[He makes a funny squeaking noise in his throat and lets go of the wreath immediately.]
...
[Now it's the floor that has been crowned most beautiful, over runners-up Summer and Ignis. Prompto stares at it numbly, then, faintly jittery, still uncertain what's happening, his gaze gradually comes back up.]
...I can t-try again?
[At the mechanical motion of giving it to her, which he's literally just fumbled, or at giving it to her, which he failed before, in the garden, wreathed in blue.]
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[He makes a funny squeaking noise in his throat and lets go of the wreath immediately.]
...
[Now it's the floor that has been crowned most beautiful, over runners-up Summer and Ignis. Prompto stares at it numbly, then, faintly jittery, still uncertain what's happening, his gaze gradually comes back up.]
...I can t-try again?
[At the mechanical motion of giving it to her, which he's literally just fumbled, or at giving it to her, which he failed before, in the garden, wreathed in blue.]