Tony frowned a bit at that pause. Was Gladio more sore than he expected to be? Probably yes. He might go over to their friend's house to get that potion if the younger man tried being too macho about this. He didn't mind taking the blame or lying about how an injury happened.

'Get this stuff off'. Now that was flattering. In fact, he usually got kisses, praises, and all kinds of sweet nothings before someone was willing to leave his bed. His breathing hadn't even settled and the other man was pulling away. The possibility that maybe this hadn't meant to Gladio what it had to him passed through his mind.

It was fine. He was fine. He was a seasoned poker player, he could keep everything off his face. He was quick to catch Gladio's arm before the younger man got too far. "Let me do that for you. Just relax."