Was he? He honestly didn’t know. Maybe. The trouble was Prompto had never been that good at figuring out what he wanted. Hadn’t been since the day Luna’s letter had found him and he’d started to revolve his entire life around Noctis. But he knew there was a tightness that clenched at his chest at the idea of Gladio not being there. Even if he couldn’t pinpoint why it mattered so much.

He pushed himself off the bench and moved closer. A shrug of shoulders as he looked up at Gladio. “I guess? Maybe?” Fuck why was he so bad at this.

Prompto paused for a moment and then fell back into something he was at least slightly less bad at. Stepped a foot between Gladio’s, hands sliding behind his hips as he leaned up to drag his mouth across Gladio’s neck. “I mean, if you wanted…” effectively giving up having to make the decision himself.