Once he sat down, Gladio just watched Tony fuss around with a look bordering on amused and irritated. He got it. He did. And while he wasn't ready to give up on being hurt just yet, he didn't want to hurt Tony either. But he'd wait. Gladio remembered how he'd felt when Tony had collapsed. That need to want to do something. To be useful. To make better in the only ways he knew how. His proof that Tony was doing this happened when he kissed him again. And apologised. Gladio bit back a sigh.

"You better sit your ass down and eat." He muttered, tone gruff but not unkind. "I'm not sittin here eating alone." And he was more than aware that if he had gone to bed without eating... he didn't think Tony had eaten either.