The place was a mess. Gladio wasn't sure how he felt about waking up to all of this. Yes, he'd given Tony permission to do this, it was his home as well after all. But he kind of thought they'd discuss it a bit more and make preparations before Tony just threw everything out into the hall and gutted the room. There was a perfectly good room behind him he could have put all this shit in, instead of cluttering everywhere, for instance.

But the more Gladio watched the more he grew concerned. "Why?" He asked simply. No judgement, just curiosity. And concern, yes. He was worried. Why was Tony doing this now of all times?

And why without pants?