Gladio glanced to he side when he noticed Inigo shoving something at him. He smiled, half turned and reached into the jar to take one of the cookies. "Thank you." Instead of eating it though, he set it on the counter. Once the tea was made he'd eat it then.

"Feeling sorry for you?" He looked at Inigo with a confused frown. "Is that what you think'll happen? Not sympathy? Not empathy and understanding? Not comfort for a friend in a bad place? But you think they'd feel sorry for you, pity you?" He sighed and reached for the kettle as it boiled and added the water to the mugs.

"And why's it up to you to decide who gets hurt and who doesn't?" He asked once the kettle was set aside and he moved to stir the drinks. "... I might not be a close friend, Inigo. But if you're hurting, I'd like to help. I'm sure others would too. I'm sure if they were hurting you'd wanna know, right? You'd be sad if someone you cared about hid their pain from you?" Gladio shot him a quick glance and a gentle smile. "You pick who you tell. But you should talk to someone. Keeping things bottled up, especially from people who love you, hurts more in the long run."