Gladio was paying more attention to the threat than he was to Prompto. He made a sound of pure irritation when Prompo wriggled his way back in front of him and in between Gladio and the oncoming guards. Damnit. Prompto wasn't helpless, but he did better at range, not getting in between Gladio and a target.
He started to answer, since yeah, of course he trusted Prompto. After all the crap the four of them had been through, there wasn't any way he couldn't. But Gladio didn't have a chance before Prom was latching arms around his neck and kissing him.
Gladio froze. What was that? It wasn't as if he'd never considered the idea. He was a guy who spent a lot of time in close quarters with three good looking men and he wasn't the kind of guy who was too straight to notice that. (Not even close.) But Prom was younger, and Noct's best friend. Noct was his Prince, and Ignis was Ignis. They were a team, you didn't screw with that kind of thing just because some nights in the tent you'd really like to roll over and get more friendly with one of them.
But thinking about it in the abstract wasn't the same as Prompto just laying one on him out of no where.
It was a pretty good kiss, once Prom got into it. Gladio half started to kiss back before he remembered that this was insane, and there were guards ... huh. Who were walking by.
He peered down at Prompto when he jerked away and went red as a tomato. "Okay ..." he said slowly. "So either you're not you either, or that was ... what. To throw those guys off?"
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He started to answer, since yeah, of course he trusted Prompto. After all the crap the four of them had been through, there wasn't any way he couldn't. But Gladio didn't have a chance before Prom was latching arms around his neck and kissing him.
Gladio froze. What was that? It wasn't as if he'd never considered the idea. He was a guy who spent a lot of time in close quarters with three good looking men and he wasn't the kind of guy who was too straight to notice that. (Not even close.) But Prom was younger, and Noct's best friend. Noct was his Prince, and Ignis was Ignis. They were a team, you didn't screw with that kind of thing just because some nights in the tent you'd really like to roll over and get more friendly with one of them.
But thinking about it in the abstract wasn't the same as Prompto just laying one on him out of no where.
It was a pretty good kiss, once Prom got into it. Gladio half started to kiss back before he remembered that this was insane, and there were guards ... huh. Who were walking by.
He peered down at Prompto when he jerked away and went red as a tomato. "Okay ..." he said slowly. "So either you're not you either, or that was ... what. To throw those guys off?"