His eyes narrow ever so slightly as he sees Noctis moving oddly. Stiffly? Had the other been hurt? That settles like a lump in his stomach, trying to run through what he can remember of the previous night but without the better recall of a human, it leaves him unsettled that there is something he's missing. Still, he listens silently through the explanation, trying to puzzle it out in his mind when things suddenly clicked into place.
There's the barely resisted urge to facepalm at his own stupidity. Right.
"My father's... got better control than I do." Not exactly easy to admit, but he feels in the face of this, it might be allowed. A little. For a werewolf, he is young (truth for a man he is as well) and the fool of a pup he can be will improve as the man trains. "You didn't get attacked," by me, "so you did it right."
Well done, really.
Gladio slowly walks over and after a moment's hesitation, sits on the side of the bed near Noctis. "Why couldn't you sleep?" Is there something he can do to help with the pain? Not exactly something he's done before, more of an Ignis thing, but if that pencil pusher can do it, so can he.
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There's the barely resisted urge to facepalm at his own stupidity. Right.
"My father's... got better control than I do." Not exactly easy to admit, but he feels in the face of this, it might be allowed. A little. For a werewolf, he is young (truth for a man he is as well) and the fool of a pup he can be will improve as the man trains. "You didn't get attacked," by me, "so you did it right."
Well done, really.
Gladio slowly walks over and after a moment's hesitation, sits on the side of the bed near Noctis. "Why couldn't you sleep?" Is there something he can do to help with the pain? Not exactly something he's done before, more of an Ignis thing, but if that pencil pusher can do it, so can he.