Gladio... was getting a headache. He lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

"... Don't you get exhausted jumping to conclusions all the time?" He had to ask of Xion. His hand dropped and he looked to Lea and smiled unhappily. "I can understand that. But if she can't tell the difference between that and what's happening here, I don't think there's much I can do to help." And he hated that, it felt too much like giving up and that was something Gladio hated to do. But if he was going to have a fight on his hands every time he opened his mouth because Xion was far too quick to assume without listening to his words, he didn't think that was healthy for either of them.