[Prompto knows Noctis well, and he does indeed have an immediate flare of regret and guilt and a sliver of panic on top of it all because three times? That... that sucks. And not just for him. Even if Prompto says it's not his fault, he still feels bad that he can't seem to hang onto important memories. It especially feels terrible in the wake of missing ten years back home. Or ... thinking he had? Who's to even say the memories he does have are real, now that he thinks about it?

But Prompto's remark on his scraggle luckily diverts his thoughts from turning too hard into alarming places, and he self-consciously strokes his beard, managing a weak smile.]

It's not that bad, is it?

[He takes a deep breath and lets it out, dropping his hand back to his lap and letting his gaze slide off to some distant point off to the side.]

Honestly, getting a hair cut has been the last thing on my mind for... a while. [He finds himself idly playing with the ring, silent for a few moments as he contemplates exactly what he can even say to Prompto.]

I... don't know what the last thing you remember back home is, but I'm guessing whatever it is was something that for me was about ten years ago.