When Tony went into the kitchen, Gladio jogged upstairs and finished what was doing. The mattress was dragged in. The legs of the beds tied together and then, because he was nice, he made the bed for Tony.

Once that was done he headed back down to consider what to do with the door. He supposed he could hang a blanket up there. He wondered if maybe he could wedge the dining table up against it. It was rectangular, it was just a ball ache to get it in there and have to move it again if they wanted to leave.

He was still stood there considering when Tony exited the kitchen. "Yeah, no vegetables are fine for me." Gladio half turned and grinned over his shoulder. "I'll pretty much eat anything. But ginger. Really hate that stuff now..."