"Mm..." John's gaze strays from Noctis and turns in the direction Gladio had departed. "You can go lay down. Would you give me fifteen or twenty minutes, Prompto? I, uh... Gladio."

Their Bond isn't even a day old and having the Sentinel out of sight is making John want to fidget. He knows he'll need to get over it and learn to deal with that distraction and bizarre sort of separation anxiety. There's no reason or need for him to be this clingy. The Sentinel is probably fine, but that doesn't stop the Guide from worrying.

"Why don't you go to talk to Gladio, John?" Ignis prompts. "I'll clean up the rest of this and you and Prompto can use the common room as you'd like for your lesson."

John licks his lips and nods. "Yeah... Yes. Thanks. Won't be a mo., Prompto. Sorry."

Unless the younger man actively stops him, John will head off to find Gladio, honing in on the scent and feel of him nearby to guide his feet. When he finds the other man, he'll stop a little ways away, forcing himself to wait instead of going up and just wrapping his arms around the Sentinel. "Hey. You all right?" There's concern radiating thorough the Bond in Gladio's direction.