Prompto snickered at the way Noct answered. Virtue. Right. That's... one way of putting it, he guessed. Rather than saying anything about it, he left it up to the other two as Noctis quickly shed the outerwear and joined them on the couch. He wrapped his free arm around Noctis, immediately accepting the way their king leaned on him. "Part of my job, isn't it?" He replied to Noctis' thanks, half joking and half loving to hear the thanks. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of feeling useful, and the three of them had made sure to make him feel that way a lot since they'd all gotten back together, whether intentionally or not.

After the joke, he closed the rest of the distance between him and his best friend to press a firm and sure kiss to Noct's lips; something those women could only dream of doing, and Prompto took a little more pleasure from that thought as well.

He broke the kiss when he heard some quiet grumbling to the side and looked over to see Ignis' usual expression when Gladio took his glasses without warning. He smiled at the expression and leaned in the other direction to place a gentle kiss on the scarring. Always reminding Ignis for however many times it had been now that the scar was testament to his work towards the peace the lands now held. Ignis probably didn't need the reminder anymore, but Prompto still liked giving it.