He heard it. He heard it in Prompto's voice, in just those few words. The tears that were already threatening, that seconds later would break hidden behind upraised hands, with Gladio's back turned to the other. His fingers tightened, one into a fist, the other on leather strap. Why...? Why was Prompto crying?! A part of him wanted to turn and tell Prompto to stop it, man up, there was no point in crying. They were both grown men now who had lived through some shit and they didn't need to cry any more. They were stronger than that by the virtue of still being alive.
But he couldn't, he wouldn't, do that. If the time alone had taught him anything, it was something about trying to control his damn temper. Not always successful but... better. There had been nights he had cried, but always alone. He had to be stronger than that.
But why was Prompto crying at all?
"...didn't seem like I was much wanted around here, this morning." There it was. As close as he was going to go to admitting that Prompto's brush off had been harder to take than he would like to admit. The wondering if he had done something wrong, the knowing he had and maybe Prompto was realizing that it wasn't worth it to be around him. The shit he deserved for walking out on both of them. Fuck.
Deluding himself on some things he should know better than to.
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He heard it. He heard it in Prompto's voice, in just those few words. The tears that were already threatening, that seconds later would break hidden behind upraised hands, with Gladio's back turned to the other. His fingers tightened, one into a fist, the other on leather strap. Why...? Why was Prompto crying?! A part of him wanted to turn and tell Prompto to stop it, man up, there was no point in crying. They were both grown men now who had lived through some shit and they didn't need to cry any more. They were stronger than that by the virtue of still being alive.
But he couldn't, he wouldn't, do that. If the time alone had taught him anything, it was something about trying to control his damn temper. Not always successful but... better. There had been nights he had cried, but always alone. He had to be stronger than that.
But why was Prompto crying at all?
"...didn't seem like I was much wanted around here, this morning." There it was. As close as he was going to go to admitting that Prompto's brush off had been harder to take than he would like to admit. The wondering if he had done something wrong, the knowing he had and maybe Prompto was realizing that it wasn't worth it to be around him. The shit he deserved for walking out on both of them. Fuck.
Deluding himself on some things he should know better than to.