[When Gladio goes on foot in search of Noct, he knows he doesn't have to go far. It's just a matter of figuring out which corner of the lake he's camped himself out on. He's not surprised that his footsteps give him away, but he finds himself paused for a moment at the wild, excited expression upon Noct's face.
He looks just the way he always would upon finding a fishing spot back home. The other three of their group having to linger behind and simply watch him, and while Gladio knows they put him through a lot of agony with their back-seat fishing and complaining, he knows that Ignis and Prompto feel it to: that satisfaction of watching Noct enjoy his life. Being happy.
It twists his gut and his chest hurts.
Ignore it. Don't be such a big damn baby, he tells himself. Don't let Noct suspect that Gladio hasn't seen him smile this way in months.]
You know what happened the last time I helped you with anything. [Gladio grumbles casually even as he approaches.] If there's trash-talking I'm out of here.
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He looks just the way he always would upon finding a fishing spot back home. The other three of their group having to linger behind and simply watch him, and while Gladio knows they put him through a lot of agony with their back-seat fishing and complaining, he knows that Ignis and Prompto feel it to: that satisfaction of watching Noct enjoy his life. Being happy.
It twists his gut and his chest hurts.
Ignore it. Don't be such a big damn baby, he tells himself. Don't let Noct suspect that Gladio hasn't seen him smile this way in months.]
You know what happened the last time I helped you with anything. [Gladio grumbles casually even as he approaches.] If there's trash-talking I'm out of here.