"Right again. It does. It hurts. But all I can do is way for them to realise on their own." He could try and talk to them again, and again and again, he could lose his temper and rage until they realise how serious he was. But that would defeat the purpose. No, all he could really do was wait and hope for the best. He could show them, little-by-little that he could still be trusted. That whatever memories they had of him were wrong.

Or he'd just keep his hurt with him.

"There's workshops... And hey, you're the one who started this. I was happy being angry and telling you what a dick you were. But sure, tell me more about why you were angry enough to bust down the door of the only house I've ever owned." Gladio... very much sounded like he was trying not to laugh, but he was serious. He would have happily NOT had a conversation about himself if he could help it. He only had because Tony had brought it up in the first place.