Tony scowled and looked up at his friend, hurt on his face. "Look, I have no idea what is acceptable to call you. You hate all the nicknames I've come up with. You look like you want to roll your eyes when I call you terms of endearment. This isn't easy! Do you think I treat everyone like I treat you?" Could Gladio really not tell that he was special? Had Tony done such a horrible job at making love to him that he hadn't felt a thing?

He opened his hands, palms upright, feeling lost on how to give the other man what he wanted. "I'm sorry if you thought 'beautiful' was too cheesy or old-fashioned.. or whatever. But.. I really think you are."