It’s almost immediate, the way his body sagged into the touch as soon as it came. Relief flooded through him at the feel of it, that large hand around his back, the other against his head. And Gladio wouldn’t be far from the mark with his thoughts. Prompto was lost, more than he’d ever felt before in his life, more than he had ever imagined he could feel.
And Gladio? Well, Gladio was the first solid thing he’d found to hang onto in a long while. There was a voice - tiny and guilt ridden, swirled in the back of his mind where he kept all the bad thoughts, the ones that kept him up at night, the ones that made him doubt everything - and that voice, soft and easy to ignore in that moment, wondered if this was right. Was it right to take the comfort that Gladio offered up, to press himself against the other’s chest and take what he could of that immense strength when his heart belonged so fully to someone else. Was his own desperation to not feel so damn alone anymore clouding his judgement of the situation.
Gladio held him like he was something… something more. Touch gentle and tender, those arms around him the night before like it was more than just the sex that had transpired before it. Those arms around him now like he was… like he was worth a damn. Worth more than just Noct’s tag along friend on some road trip. Was this just Gladio trying to do right by Noct, take care of his friend while he was gone. Some sense of duty… pity really in the end. Or did Gladio actually care. A thought that felt ridiculous but somehow not at the same time.
Did this matter to Gladio in a way that Prompto couldn’t return.
A thought that if he stopped to think about would flood him with guilt. So he didn’t think about it Just pressed himself in closer to the man willing to let him. Let the fingers that rubbed against his scalp soothe away the last of the lingering panic, let the words spread a warmth through him and not linger on the why of it all.
“Okay…” he replied, the word muffled a little with his head tucked against Gladio’s chest. He lingered there for another moment, breathed in the scent of leather and something indefinable outside of Gladio. But then he pulled back a little and gave a joking punch to Gladio's arm. “I'm pissed at you by the way,” though his tone and the grin on his face proved him to be anything but. “Do you know how many shitty comments I've gotten from Cid from the giant ass hickey you left on me?” said with a laugh.
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And Gladio? Well, Gladio was the first solid thing he’d found to hang onto in a long while. There was a voice - tiny and guilt ridden, swirled in the back of his mind where he kept all the bad thoughts, the ones that kept him up at night, the ones that made him doubt everything - and that voice, soft and easy to ignore in that moment, wondered if this was right. Was it right to take the comfort that Gladio offered up, to press himself against the other’s chest and take what he could of that immense strength when his heart belonged so fully to someone else. Was his own desperation to not feel so damn alone anymore clouding his judgement of the situation.
Gladio held him like he was something… something more. Touch gentle and tender, those arms around him the night before like it was more than just the sex that had transpired before it. Those arms around him now like he was… like he was worth a damn. Worth more than just Noct’s tag along friend on some road trip. Was this just Gladio trying to do right by Noct, take care of his friend while he was gone. Some sense of duty… pity really in the end. Or did Gladio actually care. A thought that felt ridiculous but somehow not at the same time.
Did this matter to Gladio in a way that Prompto couldn’t return.
A thought that if he stopped to think about would flood him with guilt. So he didn’t think about it Just pressed himself in closer to the man willing to let him. Let the fingers that rubbed against his scalp soothe away the last of the lingering panic, let the words spread a warmth through him and not linger on the why of it all.
“Okay…” he replied, the word muffled a little with his head tucked against Gladio’s chest. He lingered there for another moment, breathed in the scent of leather and something indefinable outside of Gladio. But then he pulled back a little and gave a joking punch to Gladio's arm. “I'm pissed at you by the way,” though his tone and the grin on his face proved him to be anything but. “Do you know how many shitty comments I've gotten from Cid from the giant ass hickey you left on me?” said with a laugh.