He let his gaze shift briefly over to the mentioned couch, before returning to Lea. Down to the book, and then back up again. He'd be happier if the book was burned and the ashes dumped into the ocean, but closed would have to do for now.

The way Lea had flinched back from him was a seeping cold forming icicles in his chest. The thought that even for a second Lea might have felt Prompto would attack him- He stiffly closed the book. He wasn't a monster, even if he wasn't what Lea had thought he was. He wasn't a monster yet at least.

"Okay." He nodded jerkily. "We can talk."

He was glad the couch would let him have his back to the wall, but that didn't mean he was willing to uncurl his wings from his back. If anything, at Lea's mention of them they seemed to tuck even impossibly tighter, nearly invisible unless you were looking at him on an angle. It ached in his shoulders, especially since he'd been keeping them free so much more recently. The muscles had grown unused to the tension. But he knew it would be too hard to fend off certain memories caused by anything touching his feathers right then. So he sat carefully on the edge of the couch, wings tight, feet planted firmly on the floor, and his left hand once again wrapped around the cuff on his wrist.