[He sort of wishes he had some kind of snappy comment to say, but Gladio can't think of one, and it'd be difficult to offer it anyway with the sheer joy and satisfaction that Noct continues to exude. He's definitely too distracted to spend any time teasing Gladio about anything. Any time he fishes, that's where his entire focus remains, upon the water and whatever he happens to hook.

Whatever has gotten his lure seems like trouble, but the exciting kind.

Gladio can only let out a quiet sigh as he rushes his pace to get behind Noct before what is on the other end of his line doesn't drag him in further to lose his footing.]

You picked a bad fishing spot. This is your own fault. [His own boots are going to be an absolute mess but it's better to keep them on to try and get better traction to keep Noct grounded. A large arm coils around Noct's waist and Gladio begins trying to pull him back.] You got any idea what's even in these waters? Not more of those horse fish?