"You really think I wouldn't?" Gladio wasn't afraid of Cid, even if the man was a legend. Look, they'd gone through hell and back; there wasn't much he was honestly afraid of any more and anything he was... well, it was a hell of a lot worse than being threatened by an old man with a weapon.

He squeezed Prompto's shoulder firmly before doing something that he didn't really think about, bending down and brushing his lips to the other's forehead. It actually wasn't until he turned around and was pulling his pack off his bike that he realized what he did, hands hesitating in their work for a few seconds, staring at nothing, before he mentally whispered a curse.

Just, don't even bring it up, Prompto.