He had tried so hard, training by himself when he had the moments and giving it his all whenever they took the time to work with each other at havens. He struggles to keep focused, and while forcing himself doesn't actually help he'd do it anyway. A lot of his mistakes had been due as much to his own frustrations at himself as it was everyone else's.

It's been years since he's felt this bad, where the burn of tears hides just behind his eyes practically every waking moment. It never gets past that point. To him it's just another weight on the pile of things that no one is ever supposed to know.

"Something comfy!" He says as he deposits Iggy's bedclothes. Something from Ignis' more casual attire. Prompto is just as into maintaining his appearance as Iggy had been, they just have vastly different styles. So whenever he lays out something for Ignis to wear, he makes sure it's clean and pressed and fitting to how the advisor had always carried himself.

No one had asked him too, but he'd been increasing the 'difficulty' of what Ignis had to deal with to get dressed as he got stronger. He'd gone from sweats and pajamas to slacks and nicer shirts with zippers and buttons that need feeling around. Not a full on suit just yet, keeping the number of frustrations down for now.

"The soft, stripy shirt and black pants okay?" He left them in the same order he always does, but this time the belt isn't already run through his slacks.