Whoa, whoa. [Hes immediately hunching to support Prompto's weight, looping his arm around his waist and curling him closer so he can't fall if his legs buckle.]

You're okay. It's okay. Just hold on to me, all right?

[Definitely time to call it a night. He waves off the concerned truck owner and bends, lifting Prompto almost effortlessly into his arms.

Problem.

He doesn't know exactly where Prompto lives. He's never been on those trips with His Highness. And looking at the other man now? He highly doubts he'all stay awake long enough to tell him.

Nyx sighs, turning his feet towards home. Also not what he expected, but he'll make do.]

Come on. Let's get you settled so you can sleep this off.