[The man lifts his shoulders in a shrug and then wanders away when he sees an opening in the crowd. Justine tries to turn to follow him but instead she tugs gently at Prompto.]
Oh.
[A beat.]
He's gone.
[Her expression falls and she's suddenly tempted to rest her forehead on Prompto's shoulder. Justine feels as if this is truly all her fault.] Should we wait? [Do they have another choice?]
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Oh.
[A beat.]
He's gone.
[Her expression falls and she's suddenly tempted to rest her forehead on Prompto's shoulder. Justine feels as if this is truly all her fault.] Should we wait? [Do they have another choice?]