[The sudden sting surprises more than hurts him, and Prompto blinks fast. Where did that come from? Of the three of them, it's usually Noct or Gladio--as much as he loves them both--that takes an accidental fly swatter to his feelings. It's so weird that it's Ignis, he can't even source the ouch at first.

Oh. Duh. 'Second place.' That'd hurt coming from anyone, the matter-of-fact confirmation of his place in their world, but it's Ignis, and...

And before he can even start to deflate, he remembers who, in Ignis's life, he'd be second to, and he fills right back up with warm agreement.]

Then I'm glad our kite strings shook out the way they did. You and Noct, I mean, and not any other way around.

[Bouncing lightly on his feet, Prompto scoots past Ignis and sets the butter for the pasta down by his hands.]

You're a first-place guy, Iggy, and you should get to love someone in a first place kind of way. A no-holds-barred, nitro-boosted, supersonic jet-fueled kind of way, with no brakes on! And no worrying about who's promised what part of your heart. That's what I think.

[On his way back to the cupboard, feeling even more deeply affectionate than usual, Prompto lands a quick, friendly smack on Ignis's impeccable posterior.]

You never half-ass anything, so of course you should love Noct with your whole ass, too!