The first time, Prompto could have figured was a fluke. But the second time...well, that was a suspicion. So it was after class, once Prompto was pretty sure his arms weren't going to fall off and he prayed to the gods that Gladiolus Amicitia never discovered firefighter training, he bounced over to Travis.

"Uh, hey, man," he said. "Great class so far. You are not messing around with that gear, huh? But, uhhh, I've been meaning to ask...

"Did you need....help?" His hand danced in her air a little to indicate the very, very blank space around them. "With all this?"

And then he got ready to slink away awkwardly if it turned out that Travis had just been leaving the room blank this whole time!