[He's trying so hard to stop crying, feeling more weak and pathetic with each sob. Gods, he knows he fucked up - Royally - but hasn't he cried enough? Hasn't he done enough to make his lover think less of him?
Gladio's shoulders keep shaking until he feels Ravus press his hand against his back. At the gentle pressure, he takes in a shuddering breath and goes still.]
I ... I just need to figure out how to fix everything I messed up. [Everything else takes a back seat to that. He's at least been able to talk to everyone, and only Ignis truly turned him away. But Gladio knows there's a lot he will have to do in order to regain the trust he broke.
Before he can stop himself, Gladio moves the arm he's lying on so that his right hand can reach over his chest and shoulder towards Ravus. He makes a pitiful grabby motion with the hand and whispers quite possibly the most desperate plea, his voice belying his vulnerability.]
... Can ... will you hold me?
[Gladio's eyes are shut tight as his body tenses, anticipating a laugh or a rebuke. What kind of Shield needs to be held? What kind of warrior practically begs to be the little spoon?]
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Gladio's shoulders keep shaking until he feels Ravus press his hand against his back. At the gentle pressure, he takes in a shuddering breath and goes still.]
I ... I just need to figure out how to fix everything I messed up. [Everything else takes a back seat to that. He's at least been able to talk to everyone, and only Ignis truly turned him away. But Gladio knows there's a lot he will have to do in order to regain the trust he broke.
Before he can stop himself, Gladio moves the arm he's lying on so that his right hand can reach over his chest and shoulder towards Ravus. He makes a pitiful grabby motion with the hand and whispers quite possibly the most desperate plea, his voice belying his vulnerability.]
... Can ... will you hold me?
[Gladio's eyes are shut tight as his body tenses, anticipating a laugh or a rebuke. What kind of Shield needs to be held? What kind of warrior practically begs to be the little spoon?]