Gladio thought he'd need to go and get his boots on before he did anything else. But first...

He continued toward Tony, picking his way across the room. By the time the silly man had finished talking, Gladio was within reach of him. And with the greatest of care... he grabbed Tony and yanked him close, pulling him into his arms before he leaned down to press a warm kiss to his lips.

When he pulled back, Gladio's smile was a little on the lopsided side. "How about you calm the hell down? I'll go get my boots on then I'll get to painting. We'll have it done, but we're not getting anything done if you go and give yourself another heart attack. So calm. Down. Take a deep breath and focus. This doesn't control you. You control it."