[Where Prompto guides her is the rest of the way to his chest, so he can wrap his arms around her and just hold her. So they can fit together again. That much hasn't changed. That's still the same. He breathes out, like a sparking wire's finally taped over once more. For now, they're safe.]

Yeah. A little later. I, I promised Iggy I'd help make dinner. [After a pause, Prompto shifts his hold so he can take more of Summer's weight against him. At the same time, he reaches up to smooth his hand down her hair. His eyes are closed, but he knows beneath his fingers, it's a dull, autumn brown. Homey. Like home. He inhales again, long and shaky like air is something new to him, and expels it with another promise.] We're going to make enough for all of us.

[What he's saying should be obvious. Breathing's starting to come more naturally now as he strokes Summer's hair. They're going back home.]

It's--I don't know if you'd have it where you're from. It's like, bird meat and egg mixed up over rice. It's good, I promise. Way tastier than I just made it sound.

[She's littler than him. Not tiny or anything, but just smaller enough that Prompto notices, every time. He rests his nose in her hair, then, light as a petal, touches his lips to the top of her head.]

Just come home now, where it's warm. When you're ready.