( in that moment the curve of gladio's lips strikes something in his chest, some nameless sort of tender squeeze that he chalks up to just seeing a familiar face for the first time in nearly half a year. it's strange, mostly because not exactly the emotion prompto's expecting - and not a bad one regardless - and the consideration of it leaves him quiet, a little spacey before realising he's being addressed again. ) Huh, wha -- oh. You kidding me, dude? No way I'd ever forget something like that! I'm totally sure.
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