Darling? That was a new one. Gladio wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it. Maybe a little amused. Where they at that point in their... whatever they were... where terms of endearment was allowed? Or was Tony just feeling so bad that he wasn't thinking? That he'd automatically slipped into a placating tone because he thought Gladio was going to fly off the handle at him?

It was a valid worry, Gladio supposed. Except for the fact he just didn't have the energy to get really mad anymore. He'd worn that out last night. Now he was just tired and... hurting. But he'd get over that.

Gladio let himself be pulled from the couch. The blanket fell away, half on the floor, but he left it where it was and just let Tony lead him into the kitchen. It wasn't until they were in there that Gladio realised he hadn't spoken and probably should say something. "Yeah, I forgot to eat..." Though even if he'd remembered, he hadn't been the least bit hungry when he'd gone to bed. And if he was honest he wasn't too hungry now but knew he should. Especially since Tony had put in the effort.