Gladio let his arm drop and watched as Prompto scampered off, smiling fondly from where he stood. He waited for Prompto to call to him before he approached, but he didn't get too close. Instead he leaned against a tree, arms crossed over his chest, and just watched his love.

"Yeah, I see it..." Except he wasn't watching what Prompto was. He was watching Prompto. Watched that smile that lit up his whole face, the eager, innocent joy of finding something new and special. He watched that ray of sunlight that had caused his love's distraction, bathe him in light, making blonde locks look like spun gold. Prompto was a beautiful man, talented, brave, a gentle soul... And Gladio felt so damn lucky to have him in his life.