[ Gladio goes very still, barely breathing for a moment before he settles himself down. He can't picture what Prompto's telling him, he really wants it to be some kind of sick joke but... Prompto may be a bit of a joker but he's not cruel. ]
Tch. Dammit Iggy... [ He grits out, his grip on Prompto getting maybe a little too tight. Gladio can easily picture that stoic asshole, probably said "Twas nothing serious" or something when he found out he couldn't see. It sets his teeth on edge, but that's hardly Prompto's fault... ]
Sorry. [ Gladio releases Prompto's shoulder, taking a step back. ] What else happened?
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Tch. Dammit Iggy... [ He grits out, his grip on Prompto getting maybe a little too tight. Gladio can easily picture that stoic asshole, probably said "Twas nothing serious" or something when he found out he couldn't see. It sets his teeth on edge, but that's hardly Prompto's fault... ]
Sorry. [ Gladio releases Prompto's shoulder, taking a step back. ] What else happened?