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“S’been a while.” Gladiolus isn’t one for being overly sentimental—but ten years is a long fucking time. “You look good, Noct.” A hand reaches up and gently touches Noctis’ jawline. He’s never been one for physical affection either, but ten years was almost too much for the man to take. “The scruff suits you.” Hand drops back to his side. It’s weird, seeing his childhood friend all grown up. Then again, hadn’t they all grown up in the past ten years? He pauses, looks a bit hesitant.
Why does this feel like a goodbye when they had only just gotten back together? He doesn’t know, but it doesn’t sit well with him.














