Tragic backstories could be a bit of a mood killer.

"You know, I--" Prompto, who was quite often the perfect placesetting for a joke, it was true, started to respond before his brain caught up with his ears and told him that what he was expecting Liliana to say had not, in fact, been what Liliana had said, and he stopped, blinked, and frowned slightly. His head tilted and he began to try again, but only made it to opening his mouth and taking in a breath for words before he stopped again.

Well, obviously, she'd met Gladio, too, because how else would Gladio have told him about all the (vague) details? But the whole point of all those details had been because she and Ignis...

Prompto's face was doing quite the job of broadcasting all the various threads of thought he was trying to figure out to pull just then, before just deciding to go with a faint snort and a wry, "I don't know if gentleman's the word I'd use," pretty rich, Argentum, coming from a commoner, "but I know Gladio..."

His look turned a little suspicious on Liliana as he ventured, as if sort of testing the water, "And his roommate. Ignis?"