Then again, Prompto... why the hell would someone like Gladio want even that much with him? It hadn't been something before, not even the hint of it, right? Things, and people, changed. They had all changed more than most since they had set out from Insomnia, that fateful day.
For Gladio, if he had to concentrate on those feelings, he knew certain things. He knew that something had changed between now and then because Prompto had gone from the gangly friend-brother to his mind being more capable of classifying him as something sensual instead of just brotherhood. Maybe the time apart had given him that clarity. Not that he hadn't, occasionally, thought of Prompto as cute, but that... that had been the kind of thing he couldn't act on. Maybe if sometimes had started before they had left on that trip, maybe, but during? Different. So he was telling himself.
He hated these kinds of emotions that twisted through him as painful as a knife, too complex to hold onto properly or understand. It was part of why he had left Ignis and Prompto those years back because it had all turned back on itself, turned into an anger that it felt like he couldn't control. He'd lashed out at Noct, before the end. Lashed out at Ignis in the time afterward. Lashed out even at his own sister. He'd left for their safety, he had believed.
He knew it was a lie, now. He'd left for his own cowardice.
Gladio huffed a laugh at the motion and did as requested, giving Prompto one hell of a view before he grabbed the soap, scrubbing it over his skin. Never remembered how good it felt to get clean than the rare moments he got to actually bath up properly. "It's been months since a hot shower. Forgot how damn good it feels."
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For Gladio, if he had to concentrate on those feelings, he knew certain things. He knew that something had changed between now and then because Prompto had gone from the gangly friend-brother to his mind being more capable of classifying him as something sensual instead of just brotherhood. Maybe the time apart had given him that clarity. Not that he hadn't, occasionally, thought of Prompto as cute, but that... that had been the kind of thing he couldn't act on. Maybe if sometimes had started before they had left on that trip, maybe, but during? Different. So he was telling himself.
He hated these kinds of emotions that twisted through him as painful as a knife, too complex to hold onto properly or understand. It was part of why he had left Ignis and Prompto those years back because it had all turned back on itself, turned into an anger that it felt like he couldn't control. He'd lashed out at Noct, before the end. Lashed out at Ignis in the time afterward. Lashed out even at his own sister. He'd left for their safety, he had believed.
He knew it was a lie, now. He'd left for his own cowardice.
Gladio huffed a laugh at the motion and did as requested, giving Prompto one hell of a view before he grabbed the soap, scrubbing it over his skin. Never remembered how good it felt to get clean than the rare moments he got to actually bath up properly. "It's been months since a hot shower. Forgot how damn good it feels."