He hadn't planned on turning when he'd heard Tony speak, when he'd heard the emotion in his voice. Gladio had thought to be stubborn and not acknowledge it... and yet there he was, turning around to face Tony. He moved his hands to hold onto the counter behind him and looked over at the other man with a frown.

"Sandwich. I was going to make one. Did you want one?" He repeated quietly, just watching the other, clearly trying to work him out.