Aw, man, I hope not. I think they're just sore, from--from stuff.

[Gonna swerve off that conversational track before it goes off the rails, so to speak. Prompto shakes his head and peers up at Dirk as he comes closer, and while he's still feeling kind of keyed-up and paranoid from... well, "stuff," it's kind of hard to be scared of a kid with funny sunglasses.]

How'd you manage to get here without the trees whacking you the whole time? Did they have it out for me personally or what?

[There, that's a plausible enough explanation for looking like a train ran him over, right? Right. The perfect misdirection.]