[Gladio tries to hide his face, looking down at their joined hands instead of at Ravus. His lover's words are a balm, slightly untangling the knots in his stomach and soothing his aching heart.
This moroseness and defeatist attitude are new for Gladio and he isn't sure how to even start getting back to normal. But right now he belongs somewhere. With a grateful squeeze of Ravus' hands, the forlorn Shield stands, intending to lie in Ravus' bed.
He tugs Ravus into a standing position as he rises and pulls him into a tight, almost desperate embrace.]
Thank you. [The words are soft, a broken whisper from a broken man, and muffled against Ravus' shoulder. Realizing that Ravus might not actually want this kind of a hug (he never seemed like much of a hugger, not even in private), Gladio slowly pulls back.
Stepping out of his shoes he sluggishly walks towards the bed, peeling off his clothes with each step until all that's left are his undergarments. When he finally reaches his destination, Gladio silently slips under the covers and curls in on himself.
For someone so large, he appears almost comically small balled up on Ravus' bed. If not for his shaking shoulders, no one would know that he's still sobbing.
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This moroseness and defeatist attitude are new for Gladio and he isn't sure how to even start getting back to normal. But right now he belongs somewhere. With a grateful squeeze of Ravus' hands, the forlorn Shield stands, intending to lie in Ravus' bed.
He tugs Ravus into a standing position as he rises and pulls him into a tight, almost desperate embrace.]
Thank you. [The words are soft, a broken whisper from a broken man, and muffled against Ravus' shoulder. Realizing that Ravus might not actually want this kind of a hug (he never seemed like much of a hugger, not even in private), Gladio slowly pulls back.
Stepping out of his shoes he sluggishly walks towards the bed, peeling off his clothes with each step until all that's left are his undergarments. When he finally reaches his destination, Gladio silently slips under the covers and curls in on himself.
For someone so large, he appears almost comically small balled up on Ravus' bed. If not for his shaking shoulders, no one would know that he's still sobbing.
And damned if he knows why anymore.]