"That's exactly what I'm doing. Not forcing them to accept me. But I'll be there when they need me." It's all he could really do. He tried. He reached out when he could. Sometimes it was accepted, sometimes he'd watch as the shutters went down and he'd realised he'd tried too hard. "I have to earn their trust again. It wasn't me who hurt them, but the memory is stronger than that." He'd get there though. He would wait. Though for how long he wasn't too sure. Gladio liked to believe he could wait forever, but there was only so much he could take before he just... gave up.

When his plate was taken, Gladio frowned and got up too to follow. He was very tempted to grab Tony and physically lift him and move him out of the way. "You cooked. Clean up is on me." A pause. "Snow. An abundance of snow, scrap and now chocolate."