Well, with their heads bumped together, there's really no escaping Gladio's beautiful eyes. At least not when Prompto, without thinking, shifts around so they end up nose-to-nose. Hasn't he had dreams of being this close to Gladio before?? Crap, he feels like he might drown getting a look this close. He always tried to steal glances when they traveled together. The blond chalked it up to a hopeless crush, something that would never work. Someone like Gladio isn't meant to like a guy like Prompto, and hell, he's Noct's Shield. This entire talk is about Noct! Surely that's why this is so charged...?

But he sees the softness in Gladio's eyes when he talks about him. Right there, in his face for him to witness.

Right now, Prompto Argentum is in an emotional state, and Gladio speaks to him on a deeper level. Maybe he always has. Maybe that's why the words fall out of his mouth. His expression is tired, but with a small lopsided smile. Something gentler than anything he can remember tossing Gladio's way ever before, despite wanting to.

"Heh, I dunno. There's some things I'm not really brave about, Gladdy. Even with help."

Oh shit. Oh shit. Wait- what is he getting at? Deep down, Prompto knows. Probably no turning back now. Running headfirst into it seems to have resonated more than he thought.