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Jamming his fingertips right into the small of his back, Prompto slunk away from Gladio’s gaze.
“I can handle myself, you know… I- I know I came back kinda, uh… off, when you got me outta there, but…”
Where was he going with this? That he could still fight? Could he? Mostly he’d spent his recovery time quietly flicking through old selfies he’d taken with Noct and hiding from Iggy at mealtimes.
“I got it.”
“Yeah, you got it...” He wasn’t so sure about that... Honestly, Gladio’s patience was starting to wear thin.
With Noct still missing, they really couldn’t afford to be a man down until they found him. All three of them knew it: no doubt that was only more incentive for Prompto to clam up about it.
“By the way-- Iggy’s made soup. And you’re not going anywhere 'til you clean your bowl, I’m warning you now.”
If he’d just come out with whatever had been weighing him down on the sidelines, Gladio was sure he could... He could help. He was pretty sure of it, even if it was going to take more than the blunt pep talk he was tempted to dish out.