“Come here, ya big lug.”
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He was used to it at this point. It was easy enough to tell what was up when Prompto was wiggling over towards the end of the day to curl an arm around him, acting like he’s the one that needs a hug when Gladio certainly knows better. These past few years have been nothing if not cruel to every last one of them.
“What’s up?” Gladio asks, though he’s hardly expecting an answer that could be called serious. Prompto’s a jokester on his worst days more often than his best days, trying to hide things that he and Ignis have become more than able to see [plain as day in Noct’s absence. “Something happen?”
A few years back, Gladio would’ve been the last person to come to on a bad day. He was a ticking time bomb, exploding at the smallest of provocations, thanks to stress built up during years of protecting Noctis that culminated in his father dying, leaving him no time to mourn. Over and over again, he failed to protect Noct. Even protecting Ignis and Prompto had been beyond his skillset.
These days, he’s mellowed out, found his peace in his failings.
“If something’s bugging you, you can talk to me. Unless it’s a person, then definitely talk to me. Don’t want us getting kicked out of Lestallum if Iggy decides to kill ‘em.”
Not to say whoever it wasn’t going to get a beating from him, because they were. Once they could walk again, anyways, ‘cause Shiva knows that Prompto probably already did his job for him.
