Hello there. Seemed to Gladio like Prompto had made the decision himself. A part of him wanted to mutter that Prompto didn't need to sweeten the pot or anything, but well, fuck. Maybe they both needed the physicality of it. So instead he only gave a quiet huff of a laugh, bringing a hand up to the back of Prompto's head and sliding his fingers through the softness of his hair. "Sure. Means you'll have to keep sharing the bed, though." Spoken like it would be a problem, but well aware it wouldn't be for either of them. It had been easier to fall asleep with Prompto on his chest than it had been for years of sleeping alone.

"Tell you what. Show me somewhere I can get a shower around here, and I'll give you a massage to try and help out with some of that limp." Smirk. He knew damn well he was being a bit of an asshole and it was a flex of his ego but at the same time, it was a stroke across the tentative re-connection they had made together through a single mutual need.