He took in an extra long breath to try and keep his nose clear. It wasn't working, but at least he was still managing to breathe stably. He needed the extra time to keep himself together when he spoke.

"I thought this time would be different."

Noctis had come and gone a few times now, but it was only Gladio's first time, and it had been a good while. Somehow he thought they would be safe. But he was wrong. His fingers dug into Ignis' arm, tone cracking, "We still have each other."

At times Gladio had misinterpreted Prompto's feelings as preferring Ignis over him. It had never quite been that. Ignis had been there from the beginning. Ignis hadn't left. Ignis was one of the stable points left in Prompto's life, and if that disappeared he didn't know what he would do.