Honestly... yes. He did. Everyone got nicknames. He was pretty sure 90% of the people Tony had slept with got some kind of endearments or special treatment to get them there. So no, Gladio didn't really feel like he was special in that regard. But they were friends, he knew that and he was grateful for that. He knew they were close. He knew they'd shared something...
Slowly he began to tap on the edge of the counter with both hands. Counting as he did so. Using it to help him focus his thoughts.
"My name's Gladio, Tony. Every nickname you give me sounds mocking or a joke I don't understand, you expect me to like that?" What the hell was a 'Tweetie Bird' anyway? "I'm not beautiful. Beauty is..." He sighed. In the eye of the beholder. He'd told people that before. Was he really allowed to tell Tony he couldn't say it, even if he knew it was a lie? "... I'm not. Good looking? Sure, I'll take it. But I don't see beauty when I look in a mirror."
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Slowly he began to tap on the edge of the counter with both hands. Counting as he did so. Using it to help him focus his thoughts.
"My name's Gladio, Tony. Every nickname you give me sounds mocking or a joke I don't understand, you expect me to like that?" What the hell was a 'Tweetie Bird' anyway? "I'm not beautiful. Beauty is..." He sighed. In the eye of the beholder. He'd told people that before. Was he really allowed to tell Tony he couldn't say it, even if he knew it was a lie? "... I'm not. Good looking? Sure, I'll take it. But I don't see beauty when I look in a mirror."