[Gladio basks in the afterglow of intense lovemaking for all of three seconds before he feels Ravus moving. At first he thinks it's to return the embrace but when he realizes it's to free his hands, the undergrad flushes with embarrassment - he should've done that immediately. He knows about proper aftercare, dammit, and a mind-blowing orgasm is no reason to throw that out the damn window.
But then Ravus is pulling himself up and off and in the span of a minute Gladio is suddenly alone in his bed as the bathroom door closes with a sound that drives a spike of fear through him.
Was he too rough? Had Ravus not actually wanted or enjoyed any of this? Shit, did Gladio only see what he wanted to see, what he'd hoped and prayed to see? Did he hurt Ravus? Was Ravus more affected by the alcohol than Gladio thought? Astrals... had he... had he basically raped him? Confusion and guilt surge through him and he wants to be sick.
Jumping to conclusions is never good, but this reaction is beyond unexpected and it leaves Gladio reeling.
With a deep, shuddering breath, he sits up and grabs some wipes. First he cleans himself off and tosses both the wipes and the remains of Ravus' restraints in the trash. He needs to change the sheets and, after putting on some loose sweats and a soft, well-worn tank top, he remakes the bed with fresh linens. Anything that can be put in the wash is, including Ravus' socks and underwear, and a fresh glass of water is placed on the nightstand along with a few pieces of fruit.
The last thing he does is grab the overnight bag Ravus brought. Padding softly towards the bathroom door, he knocks hesitantly and opens the door just a crack - just enough to let his voice be heard.]
H-hey... I, uh, 'm putting your bag right inside the door here.[He opens the door a bit wider to slip the bag inside before immediately closing it almost entirely.]
There's some stuff on the nightstand for you, if you want it when you're done. I'll... I'll be outside on th' balcony so... yea.
[He probably sounds pretty pathetic right now but he wants to reassure Ravus however he can. All he wants to do is hold the man and whisper apologies and adoration to him but clearly Ravus wants space and Gladio will give him as much as he possibly can, considering they are at his own apartment.] Just... [Fuck he must've really done something wrong. He needs to clear his head and figure out what.]
M'sorry.
[Closing the door softly, he pads over to the nearly invisible sliding doors and opens them to step outside. On nice days he does yoga and meditation out here, so this space is already set in his mind as a place to let everything else fade away. Without care for the chill, Gladio sits in the lotus position and immediately starts to think, going over every single detail of their evening from the moment Ravus arrived to the second he made an almost panicked escape to the bathroom.
Time falls away and he could stay out here all night. If Ravus decides to leave, as Gladio fears he will, Gladio just might spend the night lost in thought on his balcony high above the rest of the world.]
Cue confusion and angst #topdrop
But then Ravus is pulling himself up and off and in the span of a minute Gladio is suddenly alone in his bed as the bathroom door closes with a sound that drives a spike of fear through him.
Was he too rough? Had Ravus not actually wanted or enjoyed any of this? Shit, did Gladio only see what he wanted to see, what he'd hoped and prayed to see? Did he hurt Ravus? Was Ravus more affected by the alcohol than Gladio thought? Astrals... had he... had he basically raped him? Confusion and guilt surge through him and he wants to be sick.
Jumping to conclusions is never good, but this reaction is beyond unexpected and it leaves Gladio reeling.
With a deep, shuddering breath, he sits up and grabs some wipes. First he cleans himself off and tosses both the wipes and the remains of Ravus' restraints in the trash. He needs to change the sheets and, after putting on some loose sweats and a soft, well-worn tank top, he remakes the bed with fresh linens. Anything that can be put in the wash is, including Ravus' socks and underwear, and a fresh glass of water is placed on the nightstand along with a few pieces of fruit.
The last thing he does is grab the overnight bag Ravus brought. Padding softly towards the bathroom door, he knocks hesitantly and opens the door just a crack - just enough to let his voice be heard.]
H-hey... I, uh, 'm putting your bag right inside the door here.[He opens the door a bit wider to slip the bag inside before immediately closing it almost entirely.]
There's some stuff on the nightstand for you, if you want it when you're done. I'll... I'll be outside on th' balcony so... yea.
[He probably sounds pretty pathetic right now but he wants to reassure Ravus however he can. All he wants to do is hold the man and whisper apologies and adoration to him but clearly Ravus wants space and Gladio will give him as much as he possibly can, considering they are at his own apartment.] Just... [Fuck he must've really done something wrong. He needs to clear his head and figure out what.]
M'sorry.
[Closing the door softly, he pads over to the nearly invisible sliding doors and opens them to step outside. On nice days he does yoga and meditation out here, so this space is already set in his mind as a place to let everything else fade away. Without care for the chill, Gladio sits in the lotus position and immediately starts to think, going over every single detail of their evening from the moment Ravus arrived to the second he made an almost panicked escape to the bathroom.
Time falls away and he could stay out here all night. If Ravus decides to leave, as Gladio fears he will, Gladio just might spend the night lost in thought on his balcony high above the rest of the world.]