Ohgodohgodohgod. Prompto stared as suddenly his 'pop into the shop to try and brighten Liz's day' took a sharp turn toward the exact oppsite of that, and, ohgodohgodohgod, he just made her cry, and what did he even do right now that wasn't going to just make it a million times worse, because he was definitely feeling like he was about to make it a million times worth.

"Uhhhh," he said eloquently in that moment of panicked indecision, and then, deciding just as quickly, set down his coffee, hopped over the counter (no, he couldn't just go around it like a normal person, thank you), and then...

Well, he was going to hug her, but, out of fear for that being the wrong thing, his arms and hands just sort of hovered in a sort of bubble around her, before he allowed himself to take the chance and at least set one of his hands lightly on her shoulder.

"Hey," he said softly, "hey, no, it's okay. I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I mean, it's okay, we don't....we don't have to talk about it, I just thought..." He made a desperate sound, almost like a laugh, because he didn't know what else to do, and, really, what she'd said sounded so absurd that... "I'm not gonna hate you, Liz. I don't think I could ever..."

Even as he said it, though, it did kind of falter a little, because, truth be told, they really didn't know each other that well, but still. Still! He shook his head against his own thoughts, because there wasn't anything he could ever imagine that would make him hate someone...

...well, maybe a few things...

None of which he could imagine out of Liz, though!

"I don't think that's possible."