"You know, you're not helping if you're trying to make sure I don't do it," Gladio pointed out, hoisting up his pack to his shoulder as if he hadn't done what he'd done seconds before. He brought up his chin, studying Prompto's face, but whatever confusion or surprise that might have been there from his act was already gone. So instead, he gave a little gesture with his elbow out towards the buildings.

"Where have you been staying in all this? In that caravan?" Though he sounded kind of doubtful, as he hadn't seen any real signs of someone living there in the long term. It had been so long since he'd had a place, even something simple, that the idea felt foreign. It also brought up memories of a place that lied, as far as he knew, in ruins back in Insomnia. The library gone to ruins, the very full room of training gear and weaponry covered in dust, the little things left behind he hadn't thought about because he'd be back in just a month or so, why worry?

He tried not to think of anything from home too often, not when that rabbit hole went to so deep.