Leo comes to him and Gladio immediately buries his hands in thick fur, clinging because Leo doesn't mind, Leo doesn't worry about what he's going to do.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong, Prom." He shakes his head, nudges Ignis even though he can't see the Look Gladio habitually flashes at him. For a moment he's quiet, burrowing into his lily for reassurance since he can't touch either of them, not right now.

"Was I really that bad?" He doesn't remember it like that. It was always supposed to be playful and fun and Prompto's reactions were so over the top he just... always thought of it as him playing back.

"I... didn't mean to be an asshole, y'know. Most of the time." There were definitely some moments where he was straight up being a dick. But...

"Fuck, Prom, it's like you expect me to do something mean every time I touch you."