Gladio looked back and there were words on his lips to comment that Prompto was looking good - and honestly he had filled out that scrawny body really well - when he saw that expression change. Shit. He shifted to reach over, grasping Prompto's wrist and brought up the fingers that had touched the scars, touching his lips to them before his hand covered the scars himself. "You're still here." Very quiet yet firm, looking Prompto in the eyes if he could meet them. Too close, but Prompto was alive.

He nudged Prompto towards the water, thinking that he could get the other's mind off the near-death experience. Who didn't like a bit of fun up against a shower wall?