]Noctis is pushing past Gladio and drying himself as soon as possible. He throws a towel over his head and tries to dry off his hair. It's still wet, but he doesn't care as he throws on a black shirt and a pair of jeans (why were they always so tight?). ]

Fine by me. [He says as he walks past Gladio. Don't mind him casually caressing his arm.

The car ride is uneventful aside from from a few subtle caresses from Noctis. He rests his chin against his hand while he looks out the window, while his other hand just kind of. Touches Gladio's thigh. Slowly. Softly. He's not doing it on purpose. He'd never even think about it.

Nope.

So when they finally pull into his apartment, he exits the car like usual and heads upstairs. Catch up, old man. ]