Noctis is quick to shake his head at the implication that Gladio might have done something other than play with and protect him. It....was actually nice for a change. Still, he doesn't really say much else on it.

"You're still a pup," he mutters, a thin smile crossing his lips. "I liked playing with you." It helped him forget the pain, and the haunted look in his attendant's eyes, for that brief period of time. Until that stranger attacked, that is. At the question, though... he can't voice it, so instead he lifts his shirt up slightly. Specifically, the back of it, where it looks like some sort of blade did a real number on it. Months ago.

"'Comes and goes." The pain, sometimes the flashbacks like what happened last night after being pinned.Technically his meds are on his nightstand, but he doesn't trust himself to not overdo it. He is still a kid.