[There's a hand already trying to coax him back down, and Noctis is already burying his head in Gladio's chest. He's too tired to argue about this, okay.
It doesn't mean that Gladio's right, though.]
Whatever. [He huffs against tanned skin. Don't mind him as he his eyes slip close.]
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It doesn't mean that Gladio's right, though.]
Whatever. [He huffs against tanned skin. Don't mind him as he his eyes slip close.]