It had… hurt. Gladio leaving. In some bone aching way that had settled over him in the wake of it. In the knowing that without Noct they weren't enough to keep each other. This little family he had found for himself ripped apart at the seams from the moment it had even been put together really. So yeah, it had hurt. He understood of course, why Gladio had left. And Prompto himself had followed not long after, Lestallum for Hammerhead for a supply run and when he'd found himself being useful in the smaller outpost than he had been in Lestallum it had seemed an easy decision to stay.

But people didn't stay in Hammerhead. Not really. Outside the handful of permanent residents and really whatever this thing with Gladio was Prompto knew it would be short lived. He'd stayed for the moment but Prompto knew he'd leave again.

And he wanted to be angry about it. About Gladio having left in the first place, the tensions that had radiated between all of them leading up to it. But he was so damn tired of being angry. And as Gladio laughed and did as requested it was just easier to give a laugh of his own, a low whistle in the space of the bathroom.

“Just don't go telling everyone,” he started, his voice light. “We’ll have a riot on our hands for holding out on the hot water.” He turned from his spot on the counter to look in the mirror and raked his hands through his hair. He'd have to cut it again soon, which was always a dicey affair.