There was so much that Gladio missed, and so much that he did everything in his power not to linger on. This was a man who had not grieved for what he had lost, not yet, not when their mission was still on going and he had so much that still needed to be done. He was well aware that when it finally all broke, it would shatter like a dropped plate and his ability to pick up the pieces and glue them back together would be as destroyed as the rest of him. So, instead, he followed his father's advice - keep those emotions behind him, beneath him, until the mission was over, and only then allow yourself to experience them.

That sort of mentality was never meant for a mission that went this many years, but for a man who lived for another, who breathed his duty and put it above all else, it was the only thing he had left to cling to when failure otherwise loomed.

He looked around the room slowly, realizing it was something so much more permanent than anything he had known in years, and felt a mix of sad amusement over it. It worked, really. That was all that was needed, and for someone like Gladio who didn't stay in any one place for long, it seemed like a damn good place for now. The mattress looked like an unexpected luxury.

"You inviting me to stay, Prom?" The sideways glance look in the blond carefully, trying to read his body language. Awkward, unsure as he had always been. Yet... why was Prompto offering? Was it all because of last night, or because he thought Gladio would just up and leave? The memory of Prompto's face tucked into his chest lingered at the back of his eyes, as did the feelings it cropped up just beyond the forehead pressed to his jacket.