[Gladio hates driving, and it is so late that is only real choice to get home is to take up one of the stewards on their offer to drive him back. He demures his thanks to the man and is settling in to the backseat when the first text comes in. He checks it, smiling btiefly, and chats with the driver for a few minutes until the next one comes in.

He isn't expecting it to be from noctis again, but his suprise in that gets thrown by the way side when he sees the picture itself. Shiva, Noctis' selfie game had really improved since he met that Prompto kid, and he spends a good moment looking at how black leather strains over lean muscle if his Prince's body before he replies back.]

》It will break in. But damn do you look sexy. Looks better than the model it was on when I found it.

[Which is very, very true. The world might tell him that he's genetically disposed to thinking that Noctis, his Prince, is hotter than anything around, but he's never seen anyone come close , not even other omegas like Noctis.]

》Send another one?