"I am." He sighed with relief to hear that insult. He knew what it meant and it was the start of forgiveness. He could wait for the rest, so long as there was a sign.

"I know I'm a long way from forgiven," he began carefully, "But please, darling, won't you come and enjoy the breakfast I made for you while it's still hot? It changes nothing, I know, but please? Knowing you, you went to bed angry and that meant you haven't eaten. I'm the one who should be punished here, not you."

He gave Gladio's hand a gentle tug.