Prompto grunts as he settles into place. Sitting nestled Gladio is comforting in so many ways, some he has words to express, others that he doesn't and he's fine with that because he somehow feels...right where he is. With their size difference, his head is able to rest against the other man instead of flopping uselessly back, Prompto for a moment feeling human again now that he has Gladio lifting him. Being the rock he needs more than anything.
For a moment it's nice to sit, half-cradled by Gladio, and enjoy the other man's presence, the feeling of his solid body supporting him like a wall. He lets out a breath, slow, shaking but stronger than before, and hypes himself up for the next round of curative.
Prompto's other arm's drawn tight to his chest out of some instinct, like he can stop what's about to happen just by sheer willpower. Logically he knows Gladio needs to do this. If his other wrist is anything to go by, this is going to be pure bliss after the first few agonizing seconds are out of the way. It's still too bright in the room, his eyes squeezed partially shut as he turns his head so he can catch Gladio out of his peripheral. No new scars he can see (awesome) and while he can see he's pissed about what Ardyn did if that ticking jaw muscle is anything to go by, he's doing that thing where he grits his teeth, squares himself, and keeps on truckin'
"Okay, I'm good," Prompto lies. "Watch out so I don't headbutt you."
Because if the last time was anything to by, he'll make a good shot out of it while Gladio tries to patch him up.
do it >:3
For a moment it's nice to sit, half-cradled by Gladio, and enjoy the other man's presence, the feeling of his solid body supporting him like a wall. He lets out a breath, slow, shaking but stronger than before, and hypes himself up for the next round of curative.
Prompto's other arm's drawn tight to his chest out of some instinct, like he can stop what's about to happen just by sheer willpower. Logically he knows Gladio needs to do this. If his other wrist is anything to go by, this is going to be pure bliss after the first few agonizing seconds are out of the way. It's still too bright in the room, his eyes squeezed partially shut as he turns his head so he can catch Gladio out of his peripheral. No new scars he can see (awesome) and while he can see he's pissed about what Ardyn did if that ticking jaw muscle is anything to go by, he's doing that thing where he grits his teeth, squares himself, and keeps on truckin'
"Okay, I'm good," Prompto lies. "Watch out so I don't headbutt you."
Because if the last time was anything to by, he'll make a good shot out of it while Gladio tries to patch him up.