[Almost as involuntarily as a choice made in a dream, Prompto picks the colander back up and offers it to Ignis, looking at his hands instead of at him.]
So you liked me... because Noct liked me?
[He ventures the thought slowly. It doesn't really seem to encompass all the facts, but it's close enough to what he's always thought that, if Ignis agrees, this will all--well, it'll sort of make sense again.]
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[Almost as involuntarily as a choice made in a dream, Prompto picks the colander back up and offers it to Ignis, looking at his hands instead of at him.]
So you liked me... because Noct liked me?
[He ventures the thought slowly. It doesn't really seem to encompass all the facts, but it's close enough to what he's always thought that, if Ignis agrees, this will all--well, it'll sort of make sense again.]