Prompto's been sort of minding his own business for a while now, somehow luckily avoiding any of the vendors offering free stuff to him. He knows better than that, obviously, but sometimes, it doesn't actually stop him from indulging a little. So, he's had a drink or two, nothing laced in it since he knows to ask and no one would dare try it on a Dom without permission, and he's too distracted looking at some of the things in a nearby stall to really notice the people around him. At least until there's an arm over his shoulder and a warm body pressed to his side.

"Ah –" He opens his mouth to protest a little and then blinks, turning his head to stare at him. "Nyx...?"

There's a slight flush to his face that's more than alcohol, wondering what had happened to him. They'd been contracted for a while, but it had purely been to get him out of the Down. And when he'd disappeared... it had felt like a catalyst; shortly after, Noct had gone and then Nero.