[Ravus closes the distance between them and puts a hand on Gladio's shoulder to press him back down into the chair when he tries to rise. The two of them are having entirely different conversations, and Ravus doesn't know how to get through to him. He knows he's not good at...this.]

Stay.

[It is the tears that reveal to Ravus his miscalculation. Perhaps Gladio will need a kick to get him back on his feet, but not while the wound is yet so raw. He recalls his efforts to comfort Lunafreya during their final conversation, feeling just as helpless to combat the pain Gladio faces as he did to face hers. Sometimes, the pain cannot be overcome. It can only be endured, the burden not lifted, only shared.

Ravus kneels in front of Gladio's chair and reaches up to take his hands.]

It is true that I had...reservations...about this relationship, but I am here, am I not? I have pursued no other, and when you left, I saw to your duties in your stead. I know not how long you will hold my reluctance against me, but... [He does not like to say it aloud- too much vulnerability- but it seems Gladiolus has suffered because it has been too long left unsaid.]... I do care for you. I have given myself to you and it is not lightly done.

[He tightens his grip.] So you'll not sleep on any couch. You'll lie in my bed, where you belong. The moogles will bring your bag in if it cannot be left for the evening.