[Prompto pushes his hands in his pockets, wondering because it's so easy to become fractured like this. For words to become stilted, and he knows if Noctis leaves, there's little he'll be able to say. He's lived it. He doesn't know what would happen to them without Noctis.]

[Instead, he offers some rare insight into his mind without meaning to.]

Family's bad luck. With me, I mean. So it's probably okay that we're not really.

[He doesn't like Gladio less than he did yesterday, he's just disappointed in himself for not offering value. He isn't angry with him, but himself. He feels he didn't measure up to Gladio's standards.]

But...I mean, you're forgiven Gladio.

[Some part of him will always wonder if Gladio will leave him behind, walk away and never come back. The younger version of him wanted to grab onto him and hold on for dear life, like his friends are his lifeline, because they practically are, but he thought he decided to stop being so desperate.]

You just had things you had to do.

[Excuses, he's making the excuses so Gladio doesn't have to.]

[He knows he's pathetic.]

[Anything to keep him by his side.]