"I'll snag some paper from Shion, do some sketches, kay?" Even as he's speaking though he shifts a little, stretching out one leg, searching with his toes until he bumps into Ignis' shoulder and then nudges a little more firmly.

"There's nothing wrong with being pretty, dude. Iggy's pretty, doesn't make him any less manly." Gladio tilts himself a little, shifts back so he is propped up on one elbow, looking down on Prompto instead of just holding onto him. There's a moment where he worries it's just going to make things worse and then he shrugs a little to himself.

They're being honest, right?

So he leans down, the hand that's been demonstrating ideas on the blond's wrist coming up to cup his cheek, and brushes a light kiss to Prompto's lips. "And I wasn't drunk, dude."