Gladio knew who it was scrambling against the loose rocks on the pavement as he stood loading up his bike. His hands stopped in their familiar motions, the last strap that would hold his pack in place still undone. This morning had been so painfully awkward in a way Gladio couldn't remember any encounter he'd ever had being, with Prompto trying to get away from him as quickly as possible. Not that he hadn't expected it would be some kind of awkward, it was Prompto, after all, who was just sort of perpetually awkward in an adorable way, but nothing on the level it had been. So he figured he'd make it easier and head out so it didn't have to get any more awkward.

But here Prompto was, sounding less than happy to find he had been ready to sneak off into the unending night.

"...Yeah," Gladio said after a second or two, hands going for the last strap. "Hadn't planned on sticking around too long originally, you know? Always needed somewhere else. Life of a hunter or something, right?" He kept his voice easy, hands calm as he worked, not wanting to push anything into a new tailspin.

He'd fucked Prompto. Noct's best friend. Spent the night cuddled up with him like he didn't usually do with people he fucked. Woke up and found himself more relaxed than he could remember being in years because he'd actually slept properly for once. He wasn't letting his mind linger on that fact too much, though it kept going back to it.