The tears threaten to return when Ignis' hand lands on his shoulder, but there is a comfort there. He's not alone. None of them are, unless they choose to be. The last ten years had them apart, only seeing each other in increasingly rarer situtions. Why had they all been so stupid? Is it just going to happen again? Without the hope of Noctis, Prompto is pretty sure he will just go mad if that happens. There's no one else out there who understands. Friends.

"Then he can forever grumble about having to wake up because it's too bright." His lips twitch as a tear falls, but he scrubs it away with a quick swipe of the back of his hand. "Let's go down and find Gladio. He shouldn't be done there alone." In a dark, creepy tomb full of dead things and alone with his thoughts...

No. None of them should be alone for a little while. Or maybe he is just being selfish because he doesn't want to be alone right now.