Prompto also might note that Gladio put himself on the outside, tucking in Prompto closer to the fire. Always protecting, even in this sort of situation. Even after all that's happened. Gladio trusts the havens, to a point, he's yet to be attacked in one, but he's no fool. Safety first, live to fight another day. There's a goal at the end of it all.
Gladio's hair, pulled up as it was, probably didn't quite qualify for a mullet anymore. Hard to keep the shaved look going in this sort of existence. Instead he just kept it up and out of his face, but it certainly has its own look to it. He kneels by his pack, pulling things out. It's strange, having someone there who talks as much as Prompto as any hunter he's shared havens with have mostly been quiet company. They've all had their scars, but just having someone they could briefly trust nearby... helps.
Prompto, even after the fall out, is still someone he trusts completely.
"Here." Some things don't change. He pulls out the old campfire pan, battered and worn but serviceable, and gestures for Prompto to take it. "Get it set up on the fire and-" he put out a tiny bottle as well, oil, "-get a layer of that down." He's no cook, but he can at least make a steak cooked decently enough. That last hunt had been something awful, but at least the meat from it had been decent and the armiger... well, it keeps food endlessly.
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Gladio's hair, pulled up as it was, probably didn't quite qualify for a mullet anymore. Hard to keep the shaved look going in this sort of existence. Instead he just kept it up and out of his face, but it certainly has its own look to it. He kneels by his pack, pulling things out. It's strange, having someone there who talks as much as Prompto as any hunter he's shared havens with have mostly been quiet company. They've all had their scars, but just having someone they could briefly trust nearby... helps.
Prompto, even after the fall out, is still someone he trusts completely.
"Here." Some things don't change. He pulls out the old campfire pan, battered and worn but serviceable, and gestures for Prompto to take it. "Get it set up on the fire and-" he put out a tiny bottle as well, oil, "-get a layer of that down." He's no cook, but he can at least make a steak cooked decently enough. That last hunt had been something awful, but at least the meat from it had been decent and the armiger... well, it keeps food endlessly.