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[ this time, the touch is comforting, and prompto leans into it.

he's always liked the feel of gladio's hands, that bit of roughness and strength sort of sweeping over his skin, and he hums, ready to agree to just about anything he says. now that he's sort of done freaking out, the good feelings are starting to take over, making him warm and happy and just a little crazy ecstatic in a way he's never really experienced before. sure, there have been times he's practically grinned his cheeks off his face, but... there's just something warm and sweet about all of this that he doesn't know what to name. acceptance? love? it's definitely way too early for something like that.

yet... his heart starts to beat furiously again when gladio slips that necklace over his head, and he blushes before he can stop it, dropping his eyes to look anywhere but gladio's face. it's kind of hard to avoid him when he's staring directly at him, and he only manages it for a second or two, lifting a hand to finger the pendant. ]

Yeah. [ it's hushed, ever so soft under his breath, and when he braves letting their eyes meet, his expression is wide-open. vulnerable. ] Yeah, okay. We've got each other, huh? I've got you. [ in retrospect, it's definitely a strange thing to say, but it's also very much the truth. prompto doesn't know how he's even managed it, stopping himself before he questions it too much, and he grasps at gladio's wrist, leaning forward so he can press a soft kiss to his mouth. ] I've really got you...

[ he's sort of amazed, repeating it quietly against his mouth just before kissing him again. ]

[raucous]

( it's almost funny in a way gladio doesn't understand how cute prompto is. before they got here, it was a passing thought, sure. he's cute in that happy sort of way that an excitable puppy is. but, now there's a whole new meaning to the word cute and gladio's kind of at a loss. there's a sweet sort of tenderness in this moment that gladio is definitely not used to.

he likes it, though, so it's not a complaint.

he murmurs a quiet agreement, not really forming any sort of words. they do have each other -- even if it could be said they had each other before they got here. it's the four of them against the world. they might have their disagreements from time to time (mostly he and noct, lbr), but they're there for one another. that's irrefutable fact. this, though, is different. and, honestly? gladio wouldn't have it any other way.

this time, he's ready for that second kiss that connects, so he leans more into it, makes it deeper. maybe he shouldn't take the liberty after all that's just happened. but, he also can't help himself because he really wants that right now. he does break away before it's taken too far, and he rests his forehead against prompto's for just a brief second, pulling back so he can look at him a little better. )

Yeah, you got me. ( his hand comes back up to cup the side of prompto's cheek. ) Just like I've got you.

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[ it's everything he wanted and so much more than that too. the tension that had plagued him is beginning to ease, the reassurance of gladio's presence sinking into his bones and winding its way around his heart. if he was smarter, he'd know that this was kind of dangerous. what if gladio changed his mind later on down the road? what if he decided he didn't like him anymore and just... moved on? prompto doesn't think he could take that sort of heartbreak right now, and he's not even really thinking about it. not when he's so tangled up in that comforting feeling that's doing its hardest to cancel out the fact noct is gone. so, he doesn't focus on any of that for once.

instead, he takes a second to breathe, nudging him with his nose, and then, he looks at him.

gladio is... something. a strength to lean on, a fearsome storm nearly impossible to weather at times. but prompto also sees a man always intent on doing the right thing, the difficult thing. they've both lost so much, and this is the first time he's really considered that and what it might mean beyond the superficial of having no home to go back to. what it's eventually going to do to both of them. his fingers tangle around the necklace, desperate to ask and wondering if it's something he should bring up. he debates over it even as he watches him, his heart melting and flipping over itself each time their eyes meet, and when his lips part, the question that leaves him isn't the one he expects at all. ]

Does this mean we're, like, together now?

[ there's no time to backtrack, only trying to keep the awkwardness out of it by smiling and not forcing a strained laugh. ]

[raucous]

( this time, gladio's not even thinking ahead. no thoughts of the future and what may or may not happen between them plague him. maybe later they might, once he's alone again and he darker thoughts around this creep in. but, he's not going to dwell on it then, either. why bother? they have the time with each other now. gladio's very intent on enjoying that to the best of his abilities.

when prompto finally looks at him, not flitting away or peeking through his fingers, gladio looks at him right back. there's not a stitch of embarrassment over anything, he just waits for prompto to get to whatever point he's trying to get to. because he knows there's got to be something coming. he might not know exactly what that is yet, but he figures something must be coming. especially when he starts fiddling with the necklace. when it comes to prompto, gladio can't ever predict what might come out of his mouth -- he's blurted out enough random things that have left gladio scratching his head. but, he'll let him work it out. in the mean time, his hand wanders to just touch prompto anywhere, everywhere he can comfortably reach. just a smoothing of his palm over his side and leg, tracing the tips of his fingers over the sharper edges.

the question finally surfaces and gladio can't help but laugh a little bit. it's a legitimate question, of course. can't really just assume something like that, even after point blank stating your feelings. )

Yeah. I mean, as long as that's what you want, too.

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[ it's still a little strange hearing someone ask what he wants, but he should be used to this by now, especially with gladio and the others. they care, they're friends, and more than that, he's wanted. the feeling is something he's probably never going to really get used to. ]

I wanna be with you. [ he thinks. he hopes that insecurity doesn't come out in his voice. ] You're really cool, y'know? I always have fun when we do stuff together and not just, uh, that kinda stuff either. I really... [ prompto pauses, closing his eyes to try to sort through everything in his head. ] I want to try.

[ and he's going to put so much effort into it that gladio won't even question how he feels. he'll do his best to be honest with him and share things with him and all those other things that people who are together do. it's not like he has the experience, but he doesn't think it matters right now. it has to be different with everyone anyway, and he hums to himself, snuggling even closer to him and nuzzling into that spot just below his jaw. at least the familiarity of this calms him down, and he's so emotionally drained that even thinking about other things isn't on his radar. he just wants to cuddle with gladio and maybe fall asleep like this. ]

Thanks. [ it's a thoughtful murmur, kissing underneath his chin. ]

[raucous]

( he doesn't want to look at noct leaving like it's a good thing. he won't. it's still too much tied to himself and his selfish feelings. but, if any good could come of it, it's this. if noct hadn't left, who knows how long this might've stretched out with neither one of them saying anything. (which probably would've been forever or until gadio saw something he didn't like and wound up getting jealous, then blurting out his feelings angrily.)

anyway. it's not like gladio has loads of experience to boast about when it comes to relationships. with his job, he's kept everyone at arm's length because they just...don't get that noct will always come first. sometimes, during his low points, he wonders if he even gets it. but, someone like prompto would understand. gladio's pretty sure he'd always come second to noct, too. and that's alright. gladio knows how important that friendship is to both of them and how much it's needed.

when prompto finally settles, gladio gets himself more comfortable too though does his best to not jostle him too much. another quiet laugh works it's way free and he shakes his head in disbelief. gladio pulls back a bit, lifts a hand to prompto's chin to make sure they're looking at each other. prompto doesn't have to meet his eyes, but it's definitely what gladio wants. )

There's nothing to thank me for. That just makes it sound like I'm doing you a favor, and I'm not. Not about ( he lets go to gesture between them. ) this. Got it?