Gladio wasn't about to say a thing to Ignis about the conversation he'd had with Noct over text. Not that he could get a word in edge-wise on this incredibly boring curry conversation - he loved the man but he had little desire to stand here and listen to this - but it did give him time to think. He'd outted the fact that there had been something between himself and Ignis and for some time as well as the fact they most certainly knew about Noct and his blond shadow and what they did when they thought they couldn't be heard.

He hadn't been lying about the earplugs.

He slid his phone back into his pocket and hoped Noct actually did save him from this, equally hoping that Prompto was keeping to his word and was somewhere out here at the marketplace and not wandering off. Sometimes, in the ever-powerful lure of photos, he had seen Prompto do some spectacularly stupid things. At least they were in a city; there was only so much damage Prompto could do (or so he hoped).