The second shot burned less and Gladio would blame any possible wetness in his eyes on the perfectly succinct and hearfelt toast his father had offered up. The days after Insomnia's fall had been difficult, and that was putting it mildly. He's known his father had to be dead and in the time he spent waiting to hear about Iris, Gladio's only thoughts centered on his blood family and on protecting his found family.

But here in this world, his father was alive and Iris was here too and he couldn't ask for more.

Picking up the third shot, Gladio took a moment to think on what his next toast would be. Deciding on a few words, he lifted his glass.

"To a good man, a great father, an' a damn excellent Shield." How could he not honor his father? With an earnest smile, he gulped down the third shot and again set his glass face down on the bar.