[Noctis is torn for a moment, halfway tempted to ask Gladio to stay despite the signs of discomfort. It's been nine months since he last saw his Shield, and while things have been peaceful that doesn't mean he hasn't thought about the void in his circle, the sudden absence of someone who's always been around as long as he can remember, barring a few exceptions. The thought of losing him so soon - even just to another residence - fills him with no shortage of dread.
Again, though, he's not a child. If what Gladio wants is time and space, he has no choice but to allow it.]
...Yeah, it's... whatever. No big deal.
[He pushes himself to his feet, fighting against his body's protests and his own reluctance. If Gladio's bailing he can at least see him out.]
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Again, though, he's not a child. If what Gladio wants is time and space, he has no choice but to allow it.]
...Yeah, it's... whatever. No big deal.
[He pushes himself to his feet, fighting against his body's protests and his own reluctance. If Gladio's bailing he can at least see him out.]