Yeah, there had been a time when he was most of those things. Now most of the people in the world were pale except those that had a naturally darker skin tone and Gladio, as he looked at Prompto, found he liked the look of the dark sprinkle of freckles against white skin. Like the universe in reverse, stars against the sky. He looked thin, they all did from hunger to one degree or another, but less awkward looking. Much less.

Almost no one was on the level of Gladio's body, but most people definitely weren't built like the Amicitia were.

Fuck. The thought slid through Gladio's mind as he stared down at Prompto on his knees, his lips parting at the sight of it which was way, way better than he might have ever imagined. It was easy to bring his hands into Prompto's flattened hair, thumbs rubbing up behind his ears. "...shit, do you have any idea how good you look on your knees?" he said quietly over the spray of water that took away blood and sweat and semen and dirt all tried into their skin. "Think you can take me?" The corner of his lips lifted, challenging.