Itās the way his bodyĀ Ā s l a m sĀ audibly into the side of the car when Ravus pretty much backhands him across the chest, muscle scorching from the strike and bones practically screaming their ache from the nerves all the way into the epicenter of his brain. Gladio almost feels like heāll never get his breathing right. It shakes him. For fucksĀ sake, it totally rattles him. Once theyāre set up for the night, itās the first time Gladio gets a hotel room alone, away from everyone despite how theyāre all seemingly having a great time. He canāt get out of his head. He canāt let it go. Sitting out on the balcony in the fresh air, heās moping and licking the wounds his ego now has serrated into his very core. At least until steps move forward behind him.Ā āNot in the mood.ā Itās a statement, a warning. Heās not to be fussed with right now, because heās too busy trying to get around the fact that he was bested. A Shield to the crown, smacked like some infant by an overgrown royal freakinā cyborg.
