IT’S the little things. Gladiolus, for all his grit and seemingly stone cold demeanor, could be amicable and kind. You need only crack the cement of his hide just right to get to the soft center. Prompto could grate on the nerves at times, however he is slowly learning to adapt to such a personality. Or, he has, and he is only human in the sense that sometimes he’s merely overwhelmed. Not today though. Today, Gladiolus manages to snag Prompto by the shirt. A careful grab to draw attention, to perhaps stop him from talking for a while so that he could place a kiss just at the very corner of lip. A fleeting thing. “You ever get tired of talking -- ?” A jest.