Because a certain someone won't stop making me take them every second.

[ Gee, he wonders who that can be. Though he clams up a bit at the mention of Luna and elbows him fast, remembering she's probably still waiting in Altissia for them. He hopes they really can save these pictures and show them to her when they get there. She's not going to believe all they'd been through over the course of one tiny boat ride. Even everything that happened before still feels surreal, wanting to believe for a moment that the person who experienced it all isn't him -that he can distance himself from all those feelings and memories.

Enjoying this concert with Prompto and his new friends makes it all too easy to fall into that trap, wanting moments like these to stretch on forever, pretend the world isn't crumbling back home. It's why he retreats into his feelings of embarrassment rather than sorrow, glancing away, feeling his face grow a little flushed. ]

W-why would she want to see that, come on...

[ But the damage is already done, and he hopes this doesn't open any doors to invasive questions about his betrothal. Better deflect fast. ]

Just ignore him. He's only trying his hardest to impress you.

[ -by throwing his best friend under the bus. ]