[He smiles against that whisper, nuzzling into Noctis' touch as those hands trace his face. There are new scars- faint on his nose, some more marring his tattoo- But the looknin his eye, the promise of the Swords and Shield in the newer ink says that he has been, and will always be.]
I'll tell him, you don't need to worry about that.
[He kisses him long and slowly, enjoying it before Gladio pulls away with a soft noise. Goes to clean them up one more time, taking extra and extensive time for Noctis, then rearranges them on the tiny bed. Noctis mostly on top of him and supported by his arms.]
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I'll tell him, you don't need to worry about that.
[He kisses him long and slowly, enjoying it before Gladio pulls away with a soft noise. Goes to clean them up one more time, taking extra and extensive time for Noctis, then rearranges them on the tiny bed. Noctis mostly on top of him and supported by his arms.]
But for now, rest a bit?