[Ravus, as a general rule, does not hug, but he allows Gladio to embrace him. The strength in Gladio's arms wrapped tightly around him is reassuring. He does not feel broken.
And then Gladio releases him and trudges to bed. Ravus follows, a pace behind, and sits on the edge of the bed. He reaches out a hand, hesitates in the air above Gladio's trembling back, then determinedly presses down against it.]
Do you...need anything? [In spite of what self-care his friends had pressed Gladio into at the camp, he is still likely in need of a good meal and a shower, certainly at least some water. Ravus isn't good at this, and does not know what to do with himself when the people he cares about have sorrows he cannot repel.]
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And then Gladio releases him and trudges to bed. Ravus follows, a pace behind, and sits on the edge of the bed. He reaches out a hand, hesitates in the air above Gladio's trembling back, then determinedly presses down against it.]
Do you...need anything? [In spite of what self-care his friends had pressed Gladio into at the camp, he is still likely in need of a good meal and a shower, certainly at least some water. Ravus isn't good at this, and does not know what to do with himself when the people he cares about have sorrows he cannot repel.]