Gladio is nodding along at first. It's fine if Prompto feels too vulnerable to leave it off. That's okay. They'll work around it.
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That thought, those two hesitatant words make his heart climb up into his throat and fear, cold and sobering, wash over him. He reaches for Prompto's wrist again, insistent and determined. Examining it closer now, looking for scars on or around the area. Anything Prompto might have done to himself that Gladio might not have noticed at first.
"Prompto..." soft and worried and Gladio kisses his wrist again and again, peppering a few light kisses over the mark as if somehow the affection might protect him from harm. "We'll hide it and you will never have to look at it again, okay. We'll do something cool, as soon as you feel better. Whatever you want."
His voice is tight and strained like he might cry if he doesn't reel in his emotions. "Please don't hurt yourself."
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That thought, those two hesitatant words make his heart climb up into his throat and fear, cold and sobering, wash over him. He reaches for Prompto's wrist again, insistent and determined. Examining it closer now, looking for scars on or around the area. Anything Prompto might have done to himself that Gladio might not have noticed at first.
"Prompto..." soft and worried and Gladio kisses his wrist again and again, peppering a few light kisses over the mark as if somehow the affection might protect him from harm. "We'll hide it and you will never have to look at it again, okay. We'll do something cool, as soon as you feel better. Whatever you want."
His voice is tight and strained like he might cry if he doesn't reel in his emotions. "Please don't hurt yourself."