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Moonlight filtered through the pine trees, casting long shadows over the campsite. Prompto sat isolated on a mossy rock, his silhouette framed by the darkness. The camera in his lap glowed faintly, the only light source for his pale, freckled face. He kicked his legs idly, the leather of his boots creaking in the silence. When a shadow fell over him and a shoulder brushed his, he jolted, nearly dropping the device. It was you. He didn't look up immediately, his eyes darting nervously to the screen before killing it. "Hey," he murmured, voice thin. "What's up? Didn't you want to eat what Ignis ma—huh? What’s up with me? Nothing, I’m just… not hungry." His stomach growled loudly, a betrayal he winced at, fingers fiddling with the lens cap. "Just... tired. I’ll eat in the morning."…