[If Ravus ever hears of this when sober he'll be some mix of furious and embarrassed, neither of which Gladio wants the man to feel. It's almost impossible to think with a tipsy Ravus fisting his shirt and leaning into him so much that their fronts are practically pressed together, but Gladio does his best.
He places the fruit tray on a random table next to him, the wine bottle with it (and still out of Ravus' reach), before hoisting the man into a Fireman's carry.]
You'll thank me for this when you're sober. [Both hands available again, Gladio grabs both wine bottles as well as the fruit plate and sets off to the nearest inn. A pleading look to the innkeeper has them set up in a room exceedingly quickly and Gladio puts the food and drink down on the little table before depositing Ravus on the bed.]
Astrals, Ravus - you're a handful. Here. [He slides the fruit plate towards him, then starts rummaging around and finding two cups they could use as wine glasses. Pouring each of them a glass, Gladio hands one to Ravus.]
no subject
He places the fruit tray on a random table next to him, the wine bottle with it (and still out of Ravus' reach), before hoisting the man into a Fireman's carry.]
You'll thank me for this when you're sober. [Both hands available again, Gladio grabs both wine bottles as well as the fruit plate and sets off to the nearest inn. A pleading look to the innkeeper has them set up in a room exceedingly quickly and Gladio puts the food and drink down on the little table before depositing Ravus on the bed.]
Astrals, Ravus - you're a handful. Here. [He slides the fruit plate towards him, then starts rummaging around and finding two cups they could use as wine glasses. Pouring each of them a glass, Gladio hands one to Ravus.]
Happy now?