It hadn't been him, he swears. This madness in his mind was focused on one thing and that was completing this task. For that brief moment, Gladio had been an adversary to that goal, but he was wanted in ways he didn't even realize.

He smiled, visibly relieved when he was willing to help. "I have paint for the walls, a metal bracket to put up that will work as a storage unit here-" He gestured where it was to go and what item he was talking about. "I'll bring the dresser back in here for storage but I thought I'd need to sand underneath the carpet pad, but we don't have hardwood floors but a metal frame. That'll work better since it will reduce the chances of anything catching fire but could lead to other surfaces getting to hot, depending on what I'm doing, and I thought a light gray would be neutral enough, but I also have ginger because I thought it would be funny and a decent color in here and yikes I can hear that, can you hear that? I'd rather be shooting those damn bears, but instead I have to finish making this stupid office."