His hands balled into fists at his side, nails digging into his own skin. It was a full out war that waged in his mind. The logic knowing that Gladio should go. That it would end this, whatever this was, before it took hold even more. That Gladio was right, he was needed somewhere else. Always would be. He shouldn’t waste away his skills hanging around Hammerhead just because…
…because Prompto wanted him to. Because Prompto needed him to. It was a selfish want, a selfish need. Testament to his own weakness, to all the parts of him he’s tried to bury deep over the years. That co-dependent streak that ran deep and strong, that he had forced himself away from the moment he had forced himself to Hammerhead and away from Gladio and Ignis in the first place.
Stupid, this is stupid, he chided himself. You slept with the guy once, just let him go and move forward. After all, hadn’t he been trying to do the exact same thing since Gladio had tucked him against his chest not even twelve hours ago? Leave.
“Yeah… yeah, I guess so…” he replied, eyes on the ground, anywhere but on Gladio, terrified if he let himself even give half a glance he’d beg the the other man to stay.
The words unsaid burned in his chest and it hurt. Please don’t go… please stay… I need you…. He lifted his hands and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, hard. Scolded himself for the wetness that it hid because he absolutely should be fucking crying because Gladio was leaving.
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…because Prompto wanted him to. Because Prompto needed him to. It was a selfish want, a selfish need. Testament to his own weakness, to all the parts of him he’s tried to bury deep over the years. That co-dependent streak that ran deep and strong, that he had forced himself away from the moment he had forced himself to Hammerhead and away from Gladio and Ignis in the first place.
Stupid, this is stupid, he chided himself. You slept with the guy once, just let him go and move forward. After all, hadn’t he been trying to do the exact same thing since Gladio had tucked him against his chest not even twelve hours ago? Leave.
“Yeah… yeah, I guess so…” he replied, eyes on the ground, anywhere but on Gladio, terrified if he let himself even give half a glance he’d beg the the other man to stay.
The words unsaid burned in his chest and it hurt. Please don’t go… please stay… I need you…. He lifted his hands and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, hard. Scolded himself for the wetness that it hid because he absolutely should be fucking crying because Gladio was leaving.