[Gladio leans back and Noctis' hands chase. He doesn't want to let him go. He doesn't want to separate from him ever again. It's been too long and he doesn't know when they'll have another time to be like this. Its a little desperate and selfish, but he's just so unsure of everything.

But Gladio summons his sword in a flash of light, and Noctis understands. He pushes himself to sit up. HIs hand covers the hand holding the sword. He didn't have to wait for him. None of them had to wait for him. They could have done something else, they could have taken care of themselves and left this all behind. But they all waited for him. ]

I... Thanks... [His hand squeezes and he gives a soft squeeze] For not giving up on me.