[prompto stops, looking up at ignis, then down at his sweater]

It's... three cats shooting lasers at presents.

[very cheery. prompto just noticed it, too, and breaks into a proper smile. although it's cold, ignis being here fills him with relief, a warmth underlined by the older's hand in his]

[it really has been a while]

There's a kettle in the house! [he persists, hurrying back now, voice a higher pitch] I'll prepare tea, and you can warm up more! You can also have my bed, I think we're full otherwise, a-and, y'know...

[he's working himself up; sniffling and rubbing tears away with the back of his free hand]

It's not Eos, but-- but-- we're together, at least!