[ No, he has not yet pieced together that "Noct" is the prince-now-king, whom Prompto has sworn to protect, his best buddy.

It would only augment his concern, and there's more than enough of that, displaced and projected.

Instead, he might be another member of the Crownsguard, separate from the other descriptions by being the best friend. Or someone else entirely, apart from that responsibility. (Or, indeed, he could be the king.)

A bad guy -- of course not, of course not. He's... he doesn't have to answer that. The point, the advice, holds without having to address it, and Prompto orients himself appropriately, to venture elsewhere.

The intensity of his expression fades, cooling with the impending goodbye. ]

Should I look out for him as well? It's a guess, but he isn't the man with all the muscles, or the one with the "recipeh"?

[ why would anyone want to see that picture or be jealous of it.

Gaelio gives him a particularly blank look at that, before moving on. ]

Positive.

[ Well. There is only one person he knows he could fathom needing looking after, and though he hasn't seen her in two years, she'd still only be eleven, and looking after her would be a given. To open that door would invite too much through. ]

Good luck finding your friends, Prompto.