He didn't think he was that absorbed in his work, but he manages to miss Gladiolus' approach until the man speaks his name. Ravus must be more distracted than he's willing to admit.

He looks up. His breath catches in his through. He's angry and elated all at once.

"...you're here...." It comes out as a whisper. He pushes himself up, knees and gloved hands covered in dirt.

He studies Gladio, cataloging each change in appearance and manner. It's far more than can be accounted for by a mere week. He steps forward, coming to within arm's length of Gladio before stopping.

"...how long?" he asked, voice hoarse. How long did Gladiolus lose?