He hurriedly moves to keep his hands busy, pulling out his camera and taking a quick snapshot of whatever's left of the daemon before it finishes disintegrating. It buys him a few seconds, enough that he can try to still his hands and get over the shock of seeing a familiar face again. Gladio looks...well, he looks rough(er) than he remembers. New scar that's had time to heal, could use a shave, and if he had a mullet before, the thing's officially out of control. Still. It's Gladio, from the roll of his shoulders to the smirk.
"Yeah, kinda," Prompto says and now he feels awkward all of a sudden, the relief he'd felt two seconds ago starting to get colored by what happened the last time he saw Gladio. "Really cool to see you're alive and kicking."
And a second later his cheeks are burning red at the sheer lameness of what he just said. A year of being forced to live on his own without backup hasn't fixed some things, apparently.
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He hurriedly moves to keep his hands busy, pulling out his camera and taking a quick snapshot of whatever's left of the daemon before it finishes disintegrating. It buys him a few seconds, enough that he can try to still his hands and get over the shock of seeing a familiar face again. Gladio looks...well, he looks rough(er) than he remembers. New scar that's had time to heal, could use a shave, and if he had a mullet before, the thing's officially out of control. Still. It's Gladio, from the roll of his shoulders to the smirk.
"Yeah, kinda," Prompto says and now he feels awkward all of a sudden, the relief he'd felt two seconds ago starting to get colored by what happened the last time he saw Gladio. "Really cool to see you're alive and kicking."
And a second later his cheeks are burning red at the sheer lameness of what he just said. A year of being forced to live on his own without backup hasn't fixed some things, apparently.