Ten minutes ago, when Noctis first woke up, he was happy. No huge embarrassing new memories, no judging looks sent his way.
Now, he can't say the same.
"I really would've liked it if you told me your parents were coming to town." Noctis says, standing at the entry to the kitchen. Before him at the table sit Gladio and his parents. His parents look mildly disgusted. Gladio just looks tired. "Before they get here," He adds.
"I really would've liked it if you put underwear on before coming into the kitchen." Gladio tells him.
It's not that Noctis had meant to walk into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of Gladio's oversized sweatshirts – the one with the faded design in the front, the one that Gladio's had for so long that even when Noctis wears it for a week it still smells like him – it just… happened. He's never been known to think before he does; he isn't sure why Gladio thinks any differently now.
"I might have if I had known we had company." He says instead. He pulls the edge of the sweatshirt down a little bit more – even though it's pointless, they'd all seen more than they'd ever wanted to anyways – and walks over to the coffee maker.
"I might have told you if you woke up before two."
"It's two?" Noctis looks over at the clock. "Shit, I missed lunch."
Gladio sighs.
"Please go put pants on."
Noctis sticks his tongue out at him, but goes to change anyways.