Mild annoyance gets shot back at Gladio. John's not even sure what his role here is other than pretend to be a new doctor for Noct until it's found out that he's Gladio's Guide. They should, he realizes, probably talk about actual day-to-day things like whether or not John's meant to keep Gladio on a schedule. How much to impose himself. He knows Gladio intimately, he knows the man's rage. The mundane matters of everyday life? They're both going to have to learn those about each other and learn to live with each other's rhythms and ticks.

Noctis puts a fine point on the matter with the mention of him not meant to be there.

John runs his fingers through his hair, only offering Prompto an embarrassed shrug. "All right. I'll go change, then. And, um... see about getting something more aligned with everyone else later." Or apparently Ignis will be procuring it according to Gladio. Thoughts of money and his lack thereof flit through John's mind again and anxiety over accepting something like that spikes again before he can beat it back into a corner. The only one who might notice any particular change would be Prompto, but John gets that particular worry clamped down swiftly.

"Think Gladio should be on his way up... soon."