Noctis smiles faintly at the comment. Trying not to chortle at it too loudly. "Did kinda fall asleep nuzzled into you," he mumbles, rather unbecoming of someone of his status, but what had been of his actions the last twelve hours or so? No blankets were really needed because even as a wolf, Gladio's a living space heater. This is something he's going to keep note of from now on. Along with how icky the wolfsbane draught is.

Things might seem the same to most, but... Noctis isn't sure if he can really call anything after this normal, now. Last night is gonna be stuck in the back of his head for at least a day. Maybe even longer depending on what their dads say.

It's going to be a long one, isn't it.