[Noctis' smile falters and he lifts his head to look at Gladio. Is he pouting? No. Not at all. He's simply showing his disapproval, okay. He's already made up his mind. School wasn't happening today, because it was pretty much impossible for him to get up and get ready in time.

But now Gladio had to go and suggest they actually get up. ]

It's already too late.

[Nope. It wasn't happening. His hold on Gladio tightens just a bit.]