[Gladio had gone back to reading. Sat on the love seat, somehow managing to fit his large frame on the two seats with his bare feet up and pressed against the arm of the small sofa. He was comfortable where he was. And he could have gone to open the door...
Except he was lost in the book and it took him a second to realise anyone had knocked at all.
When he looked up he offered a smile and lifted a hand in welcome.]
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Except he was lost in the book and it took him a second to realise anyone had knocked at all.
When he looked up he offered a smile and lifted a hand in welcome.]