[ Oh, man, he's totally messed this up, and he knows it. Should he have said something else? Should he have insisted they talk about it? No, probably not, but not talking about it at all is also...weird. He and Alisaie have had plenty of awkward encounters in the past, but this one is somewhat different. Their relationship has changed in so many ways, but he doesn't know what to define those changes as and he isn't sure if that should even matter.

It shouldn't. Probably...not, anyway. And yet, it does.

But he doesn't like the silence that falls between them, either. He's never been good at letting silence rest without filling it with something, and this instance is no difference. So he starts to run his mouth, in some vain attempt to backpedal, as they swim with the cages into the palace. ]

I mean, not that it's super important what we call each other, anyway! Like, we're just, uh, Prompto and Alisaie, right? Sooooo there's nothin' to get up in arms about! — I-I mean, I'd totally, like....call you m-my girlfriend if that's what you wanted, but it's super okay if you don't, i-it's not like I've taken you on any dates...d-do you want me to take you on dates? I mean, this is a bad time for dates, b-but i-if you want to, I could, uh, figure somethin' out...w-we could call this a date! Delivering...crabs. Super romantic. Get it together, man!

[ ...Now he's just talking to himself, wringing a hand over his forehead. ]