"Ow! Hey!!!" Prompto squawks, the flick to the back of his head seeing him jumping in place where he sits. After the fact, on instinct, and perhaps in a bid to seek more comfort after recounting his death, he flings himself closer to Gladio. Pressing his body against the man's side and feeling his warmth... Gladio really does make him feel safe. Brave, too. Like maybe, just maybe, he can do anything. With people like Noct and Gladio believing in him, how can he not at least partly believe it himself?

"The way is through huh? The ol Gladdy Special? You're crazy."

But really, he isn't crazy. At all. He's painfully right. As he gives that perfect read on Noct and his guilt, Prompto's blue eyes grow wide. He looks like a shocked puppy, and even tilts his head a little.

"I figured he'd not wanna know about yet another sacrifice, y'know? I figured..."

Figured what? That keeping it in would make it go away? That it wouldn't blow up in his face eventually, whenever he slipped up? Prompto's brow furrows and he frowns. Finally slowing down and thinking this through really shows how little sense it actually makes. Fragile isn't a word in the guy's vocab.

"Dammit,Gladio. Why do you always gotta be so on point?"