[ Should it surprise him that Gaelio thinks himself without friends? Not really, considering how he's been renouncing Noctis' meager attempts at offering vague comfort to him. Someone like Prompto could probably pry him open, get him to spill, wedge a smile loose from his face, but Noctis is treading on uncharted territory, fighting to come up with some response that won't make the guy feel even worse than he probably already does, which is probably an impossible feat.

But he tries- ]

Blonde lady, doesn't talk much, kind of weird. We both kind of agreed you were even weirder.

[ He might be embellishing that, but it's the sort of conclusion anyone would come to if they'd been around Gaelio for longer than a few seconds. From how he and Noctis met to everything that's happened after, including present circumstances, he's still trying to piece together who he is and what sort of role he may have played in his world. Certainly no commoner given how much he struggled at catching fish and how intent he behaved when executing frivolous tasks as though he were approaching them like an alien. He'd never really seen him laugh or relax either, let his guard down. ]

I'm guessing you don't plan on ever telling me more than that.

[ And Noctis himself is not the most perceptive person in any universe to find out nor does he feel invasive enough to actively chip away at someone's layers even if he would like to see the guy in better spirits. ]

I just came here looking to bother McGillis at the bakery anyway.