He let out a breath he didn't remember holding when his dad didn't immediately tell him to fuck off. Honestly, he'd barely had time to adjust to seeing Clarus in the flesh again and suddenly they were this close to trading blows.

Gladio's face softened, some of the tension he'd been carrying melting away at the invitation for shots, and he smiled at his father.

"Pick your poison, sir. If I'm gonna drink you under the table, I have to make sure you like what you're downin'."