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( gladio probably should've waited until he figured out that noct is just exercising his right as a young adult to indulge in a little bit of alcohol induced fun. but, considering all the unknowns of this place and not to mention the fact that gladio doesn't have any real weapons here AND he's noct's shield even here...he'd rather act first and apologize later. he doesn't need a sword to taking things down, even if he prefers it.

he doesn't mean to startle prompto that much. and, he feels a little guilty for it. he strides over to help if he can, though doesn't leave his side. protective mode has been engaged. )

We're under attack.

( he's honestly worried about it, since he doesn't know any better. and, worse is that he doesn't even know where to go for safety. if anything, this has been a wake up call for him. over the next few days, guess who's going to figure out escape routes and emergency places to meet? this guy. )

So, we need to start making our way out to find Ignis and Noctis.

[ ...what.

Prompto reaches out to grip at Gladio's arm, mostly for stability because he's pretty sure he felt the station move under his feet just then. Under attack? The last time they'd talked about it, he'd really been kidding, but this is serious, isn't it? He doesn't think he's ever seen Gladio this worked up since they got here; in fact, he'd mostly seemed real cool about all the sex stuff. Of course that wouldn't bother him as much as the potential danger of a real threat. Prompto draws back, hand going to the device around his wrist. ]

Um. [ He bites at his lip. ] Noct is real drunk, so I dunno how much we're gonna get out of him. Have you heard from Iggy? Maybe he left a note in the kitchen...

[ Look at him doing his best not to panic. He's really trying his hardest to keep it together, but there's a subtle sort of shiver that runs through him that's hard to miss. ]

( something in gladio's expression shifts immediately. where he might have been worked up and concerned before, everything darkens now. like an angry storm cloud has settled over him. if there is one person in the universe -- in every damn galaxy and beyond, apparently -- that can get him furious in seconds flat, it's noct. prompto isn't new to gladio's temper. so, he doesn't try to hide it. his hand slowly forms into a tight fist around the necklace, and the shape bites into his skin. )

What.

( it's not even a question. he's not mad at prompto, and he's really trying his best to make sure he doesn't take anything out on him. a message dings, then another. he reads ignis's first. it confirms what prompto says. he doesn't reply yet and reads noct's next. he's dead meat. gladio doesn't look any less furious when he finally turns his attention back to prompto. )

I'm gonna kill him.

[ Internally, Prompto is already wincing at the fact he said something he probably shouldn't have, but... maybe it's better that Gladio found out now rather than whenever it is that they would have found Noct. He sucks in a breath, letting his hands fall to his sides as he tries to bravely face down what is, essentially, an angry bear. He's pretty sure Gladio could rip him in half if he was pissed enough, so the fact that he's threatening to kill Noct seems very real to him. (Not that he actually thinks he would honestly murder him, but there's a good possibility; maybe he should do better about trying to keep Noct out of trouble.) He doesn't know if it's a smart idea to reach out and touch Gladio, but he does anyway, hand settling lightly on his forearm. A good place to quickly snatch it back and run if he needs to. ]

This place does a lot of weird stuff to people, y'know. Maybe he really thought that... [ Prompto bites his lip. It's not like he's making excuses for Noct. He just doesn't want to see him dead. ] I–I mean... you don't have to kill him, right? That'd look pretty bad if you did.

[ He wants to make a joke, but he doesn't think it's the right time to really try any of that. Also, if Gladio tears his arm off because he's mad at Noct, Prompto doesn't think he'll ever be able to forgive Noct for betraying him like this. ]

( under normal circumstances, gladio might've gotten really pissed at prompto too. that touch is too placating. he doesn't like that kind of thing. especially when he just wants to be mad. but, things have changed since they got here. enough to make a difference. because, gladio doesn't fly off the handle like he might have in a not so distant past. instead, it actually does something to him. inside. he's still annoyed, make no mistake. but, some of the fire settles. he looks at the hand on his arm and sighs. )

I'm not actually going to kill him. There's plenty of other ways to make him suffer.

( that, however, he does mean. noct IS going to pay for this. in one way or another. he shifts his armto wrap around prompto's shoulders and pulls him close. )

You're nicer than he deserves.

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