[There's a part of him that wants to tell Prompto to roll back over, to keep his nose angled down so that the blood doesn't all coagulate at the back of his nose and throat (he knows from experience that blood running from your nose down the back of your throat is a terrible sensation). But there's another part of him that knows if he does anything, anything at all that could be construed as helpful or caring, Prompto will take it that way. And then they'll just be back to square one.

And Dante doesn't want to have to do this twice.

So fists clenched by his sides, he takes a step forward to make sure Prompto can see him and the glare on his face, and his voice is sharp when he speaks.]

I told you, Prompto. Leave me alone.

If I ever see you or that face of yours again, I won't let you off so easy. So just do the both of us a favor and get out of my life.

[He turns on his heel, stalking out of the alleyway, refusing to look back at the boy on the ground behind him.

This is for the best. Sure, it might suck now, but in the long run this is the only way it could have ended. Better to have it over with than for both of them to be invested and make it worse later on.

It's better this way.]