He couldn’t even if he wanted to because anything he might have said to the earlier comment or anything, just kind of… died on his lips as he felt Gladio’s brush against his forehead. And he just kind of stared at Gladio’s back, half convinced the kiss hadn’t even happened and he was just imaging things. But still, he could feel the ghost of lips on his skin, could feel something akin to a warmth buried in his chest, and he rubbed at the top of his nose as he shifted his weight and watched Gladio’s back.

“Uh -” no, he’s not going to bring it up, don’t worry, Gladio. Just give him half a second to recover. “I know you would… and I’d be there to take pics because I somehow imagine that would be one priceless expression on the old man’s face if you did,” a bit of a chuckle though it’s a bit shaky.

It’s the first time he’d mentioned taking a picture of anything since - well, since Noct. Which was about the last time he actually ever had too, aside from one seflie Cindy had insisted on when he’d first showed up in Hammerhead. But once she’d seen the way he couldn’t even fake the face for it in the final result she’d never requested again.