"Hey, I said you're not the same!" He can feel...the awkward? foreboding? upset? If Xander could read minds, he'd point out that Prompto isn't a wrong one. He's just not the same one. And that's okay. At least it is in Xander's book.

"It's fine, I just wanna try to be your friend too. That's what it boils down to. If you can get past all the weirdness..." The nephilim's smile faltered a little. Because, of course, what is the train, but weirdness?

"I mean come on, I'm weird too. Just look at me. Or are winged people normal on your world? I don't know that many on mine, besides me and my twin brother..."