"Why do you think that?" His tone, while that same deep rumble, was gentle. He liked Inigo. Reminded him of a younger Prompto, silly and sweet, with a habit of falling over his own feet. But tough at his core.

He kept his arm around Inigo, though it was clear that if the younger man wanted to pull away he could, Gladio wasn't forcing him to remain. Nor would he force him to explain himself.

"If you don't wanna talk, maybe you'd wanna come get some tea with me? We can talk about anything else."