( Gladio left go of Noct's so that he could wrap an arm around Noctis as he noticed him getting upset, bringing his other hand across his lap to lace their fingers together again. Briefly, his head turned to nuzzle into the top of Noctis'. Like Noctis, there was that hole where the other two should be. It felt oddly like those years of darkness - incomplete. Even if having Noctis there beside him was more than Gladio could have ever dreamed to hope for. )
Not really. ( Between the attack on Insomnia and then the decade that followed - overrun by daemons and Ardyn himself. Well, not much had been left in the ashes. ) Couple paintings, a few pictures. For some reason that god ugly vase we made when Prom insisted we all took an art class. ( There was the softest of little laughs at that, even if it fell a bit short with the rest of the emotion that threatened to overwhelm him. )