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Who: Gladio and the bros.
What: Gladio's confusing return
When: Fiddlesticks 5, early hours of the morning
Where: Luggage Carriage
Warnings: I'm not sure... Crying? Mild-panic attacks. Smooching?

The last thing Gladio remembered was a voice and something about a control coach. He remembered wanting to ask Ignis where the hell that was. He remembered thinking it was strange...

And then he didn't remember much of anything else.

Until now.

Awareness came to him all of a sudden, and instead of the mysterious control coach or even his cabin, Gladio only knew darkness. Darkness and... he couldn't move. He tried to bring his arms up but it he didn't get them moved further than an inch. His legs were pulled up near to his chest and he couldn't stretch them...

Gladio sore under his breath and tried to throw his body, tried to gain purchase enough to buck and push at what he realised were hard walls all around him. When those walls didn't give... panic set in. He started to shake, his breathing came faster and he tried to throw himself to the side, yelling out for help, any help, as he did.

... The world shifted and Gladio damn near screamed as whatever he was trapped within toppled and gravity did the rest.

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Was Prompto trying to make him cry again? Because that's how you got him to cry again. His eyes were closed but a tear rolled down to wet his pillow anyway. Though this time it was a tear borne of happiness.

"I'm loved..." He spoke the words softly, near muffled from his pillow. It's what he wanted. The only thing he'd ever really wanted, but hadn't thought he was good enough for. Gladio wasn't stupid. He knew his friends had cared for him. In their own ways maybe even loved. But it had never been in the way he'd wanted. Some had claimed he was a player back home. He hadn't been, he was just looking for love.

Prompto smiled, hearing Gladio repeat what he said. That helped tell him what part of this the Big Guy needed to hear the most. It was sweet but it also hurt to think there might have been doubts about that being true. For such a strong Shield, the man could be tender and it only made Prompto love him grow.

He kept massaging Gladio's shoulders and down his back. He wished he knew what he was doing, but the other man didn't seem to be reacting like this felt bad. He wondered what else he could do to make Gladio feel better. The idea of singing to him popped into his head and without a second thought, he started in gently. He might not have a singer's voice exactly, but it was sincere and wouldn't break glass.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away."

Since he didn't know the rest of the words, he just sang the chorus twice. Only he changed the last line the second time.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Thanks for coming back today."

It was a strange thing in that, in his heart Gladio knew he was loved. In his heart he never doubted it. But in his head... He could make himself believe anything. And it was that part of him that Prompto was speaking to now. Easing those doubts and fears with gentle touches and soft words. And his singing... It didn't happen often, usually just a silly, off-hand little ditty about stairs or humming something about chocobo's, but Gladio had always loved Prompto's singing voice.

When he was done, Gladio rolled to the side. He did it slow, he didn't want to throw Prompto off. But he did reach back to hook the blonde and pulled him down onto the bed with him. He wrapped both arms about him... and kissed him.

The massage had been lovely. It had helped relax tense muscles and gave him time to calm himself. But now he just wanted Prompto in his arms. He kissed him, a kiss full of love, of everything he couldn't put into words and wished he could.

Prompto grinned down at Gladio as he rolled over. He could tell it was in a gentle manner, which was just so very Gladio. He expected a joking comment about shutting up so he could sleep or maybe he'd been off key, but then he was being pulled down and kissed. He let out a peal of gleeful giggles and eagerly wrapped his arms around broad shoulders.

He could have died right then and there and been the happiest boy to ever live. He had his Gladio back! The man was kissing him and being so sweet. The whole moment felt like the sweetest treat and that feeling when someone has done something so nice for you like make you that treat- he didn't know what it was called- but that.

Whenever their kiss broke, he slowly blinked like a lazy cat and smiled. The love he'd felt in the gesture and the kiss were reflecting back in blue, happy, misty eyes. "Welcome home, Gladdy."