Gladio was far too good of a person to want that. Tony didn't know what it was, but something had been wrong with Ignis. He supposed after this, they shouldn't really talk about him again. There was no point. He might push a little more on Gladio forgiving himself for upsetting his whiny, fickle friends but that topic had run it's course too.

The only thing that was left hanging was what the hell happened last night and did Gladio need to talk about it. Tony rubbed his face, sensing more than seeing his friend moving away. He'd meant that to be more of a joke with the bucket.

He lifted his head and watched Gladio. He meant to watch him as in see where he went and get a feel for his mood. Instead, he found himself appreciating how his jean hugged him and remembering what it felt to have one of those arms around him. He forced himself to look away. "Have you had anything to eat? I could make us something."