It got the faintest laugh from Gladio on that. "Probably. Might be able to eat my weight in something at that point." Though even as he said that, his stomach churned again and he swallowed down the faint taste of bile. He wanted to.. to what? Apologize again? Somehow make it right? The formre was pointless and the latter impossible. All he could do was sit there, slowly sinking into his pillows and fighting off exhaustion, and watch his best friend try to fight fear. Fear of him.

"S'mean Prompto took care of Noct?" As that realization came to him.