[ He would give some kind of agreement painted as reassurance, if not for his lagging mind that sticks particularly to the thought of everyone talking to each other, and then the more distracting part: the hand that takes his. Robby sees if from in his periphery, and he glances at Prompto, his confusion brief; because he understands what's going on, and he eases the expression on his face. ]
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Sorry for the shitty news.
[ If only there was better to offer. ]