[ Prompto is quick to shake his head, to absolve her of any guilt she may be feeling. ]

Nah, you had no reason think it was anything special.

[ It's so strange, to be talking about this, at last, to let it air out and be acknowledged, to not bear the weight of this secret upon his heart alone. It's...still terrifying, and a part of him can't help but think that as soon as she learns more about his origins, she'll be too repulsed to remain near. But...she'd told him he would try to see his own value, and so that's what he'll do.

Idly, his left thumb drags over his right wrist, over the numbers inked into his skin there. ]

Kinda curious, though...if I let you take it off then, would you have asked about it?

[ Maybe he created a problem out of nothing. Well — it wouldn't be the first time. ]