"Yeah." Just that and nothing more. Gladio's not sure what to feel just yet about what John just did. On one hand, there's a sort of Sentinel pride on just how strong his particular guide is, to be able to do that to him and Noct. On the other, he prides himself on his strength and his ability to be that defense, that Shield. To find what feels like a chink in his armor, a weakness, leaves him unconsciously defensive.

He wants to be able to fight it off, like he would any other potential 'attack' even if it's from his own Guide.

"Thanks, both of you!" Prompto beams a smile towards John and Noct, but Noct's gaze is far off and thoughtful. He does give a slight nod; he can feel Prompto's joy through their bond and in turn, Prom can feel the stream of odd feelings and acknowledgement.

"Thanks for dinner, Iggy. Good stuff." Gladio's a powerhouse with his meals, and he's almost done.