Being a parent is hard. Being the parent of a grown man who behaves like a 5 year old is even harder. Being in love with the overgrown infant makes things even more difficult. There are just some things in life Prompto feels like he didn't deserve to have happen to him, and being in love with Noctis might be one.
"Would you just cut it out already, please?" Prompto groaned, in the corner of the living room Noctis was huddled up. It was 1PM which meant that Noctis had to have a crying fit, to be exact this would be his fifth fit today, and he'd only been up for one hour. "Look, I'm sorry I refused to buy you Barbie Doll Dream House, I'm sorry I didn't want to try on mascara with you, and if it meant that much to you I guess I'm sorry that I didn't want to paint my nails black." The only response was Noctis giving Prompto a puppy-dog look. "If I take you to Hot Topic will you stop crying?" Honestly you would have thought the world had done a 180 with how quickly Noctis cheered up.
"Do I have to wear this EVERY time we go out?" Noctis whined as Prompto put a child-leash on him.
"I can't afford to keep having you run away every time you see some preteen goth or emo kid when I'm not looking."
"But Proooooooooooompto they really get me, y'know what I mean? I feel like they understand.."
"We've been together for 8 years and you think a preteen will understand you more than I do? Sounds like someone doesn't want to get themself a new wristband today." That statement sure shut Noctis up.
Inside the horrifying world of Hot Topic you could see the life leave Prompto's body. It was nothing like it used to be. Hot Topic used to be a grand place for all emos, scenes, goths, and the like to gather. These days, it was full of fakes and weeaboos. It was disgusting. A disgrace. However, aside from the playground, this was the only place he ever saw Noctis socialize and not shit himself so Prompto put up with the change for the greater good.