[Beneath his hat, Ravus' face is pink. Gladio is so unabashedly open with his desires.]
...I will risk it. [There are other people on this beach who have not seen him shirtless before, and will not today. Gladio will have to survive with just the view of sky against ocean.
He walks ahead of Gladiolus when he begins talking about his damned handmade gifts, because he absolutely does not want Gladio to see his face. Ravus isn't sure precisely what emotions are playing across it, but he's sure Gladio would jump to conclusions if he saw them.]
I have no use for such sentiment. [It would probably be more believable if he was able to look Gladiolus in the eye and say it in a level voice. Instead, it comes out like a protest.]
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...I will risk it. [There are other people on this beach who have not seen him shirtless before, and will not today. Gladio will have to survive with just the view of sky against ocean.
He walks ahead of Gladiolus when he begins talking about his damned handmade gifts, because he absolutely does not want Gladio to see his face. Ravus isn't sure precisely what emotions are playing across it, but he's sure Gladio would jump to conclusions if he saw them.]
I have no use for such sentiment. [It would probably be more believable if he was able to look Gladiolus in the eye and say it in a level voice. Instead, it comes out like a protest.]