Gladio's not worrying about noodles, or however close - or far - Noct might end up from hitting that mark. He's figuring out why Noct was cold and wet, realizing how much work went into doing this for him, and between that and the grin...it's way too cute.
The way he's been with Noct sometimes, and the way he'd made himself be Noct's taskmaster for so much of his life...it's hard to believe Noct still feels like Gladio deserves this kind of sweetness from him. But clearly Noct does, and Gladio's not going to argue with such gestures when he could (and should) be showing his appreciation for them instead.
"You think I care if it's shrimp?" Gladio's tail curls out to wrap its slender tip around Noct's wrist, tugging him in closer - only when he's finished with the crawfish, of course. And once he's in arm's reach, Gladio is hauling him effortlessly to stand right in front of him at the counter, practically between his legs, cupping Noct's face in his hands as he grins down at him. "We used karlabos meat once. But even Cup Noodle might be hard-pressed to taste better than something my boyfriend made from scratch just for me."
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The way he's been with Noct sometimes, and the way he'd made himself be Noct's taskmaster for so much of his life...it's hard to believe Noct still feels like Gladio deserves this kind of sweetness from him. But clearly Noct does, and Gladio's not going to argue with such gestures when he could (and should) be showing his appreciation for them instead.
"You think I care if it's shrimp?" Gladio's tail curls out to wrap its slender tip around Noct's wrist, tugging him in closer - only when he's finished with the crawfish, of course. And once he's in arm's reach, Gladio is hauling him effortlessly to stand right in front of him at the counter, practically between his legs, cupping Noct's face in his hands as he grins down at him. "We used karlabos meat once. But even Cup Noodle might be hard-pressed to taste better than something my boyfriend made from scratch just for me."