Ah. There it was. So familiar to what he experienced himself but would have to share later. Right now, his full attention was solely on Prompto. Not realizing whether they had a spectator or not.
He knew. He saw some of those things both on the way to him and in the room while he and Gladio worked to undo the restraints. It was hard not to, when he saw how battered and bruised his best friend was.
"That guy really likes the sound of his own voice," he growled, grip tightening for a brief moment in an effort to reassure him just what he thought of that. His fingers gripping the fabric of Prompto's shirt in a vice even after he otherwise loosened his grip. There was just so much wrong in that statement that he had no idea where to begin unpacking and deconstructing it.
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He knew. He saw some of those things both on the way to him and in the room while he and Gladio worked to undo the restraints. It was hard not to, when he saw how battered and bruised his best friend was.
"That guy really likes the sound of his own voice," he growled, grip tightening for a brief moment in an effort to reassure him just what he thought of that. His fingers gripping the fabric of Prompto's shirt in a vice even after he otherwise loosened his grip. There was just so much wrong in that statement that he had no idea where to begin unpacking and deconstructing it.