Gladio watches John throughout, and while John clearly isn't trying to deceive the others, he can feel that something just under the surface, something that leaves him faintly on edge. Yet, even as it does, he understands it. John, not yet, isn't one of them, and he's in a completely new situation. While Gladio is the kind to wade in and make friends, he can understand if his Guide isn't so keen on opening up that quickly.

Still, he tries to gently nudge John through the Bond, seeing if maybe he can get the other to loosen up. A sort of mental shoulder-to-shoulder touch. Relax. See, when he's not too focused, he can work through the Bond.

"Oh man, someone else who will help clean up!" Prompto chirps, clearly ribbing his Sentinel though who rolls his eyes with a tiny smile playing on his lips. Prompto sits back and looks very content, rocking back in his chair, which Gladio teasingly knocks the front legs to send Prompto backwards, but he catches the chair before Prompto can get more than a few inches. Doesn't mean he doesn't yelp though.

"And that's why you don't rock your chair."