[Gladio's so deep inside himself that even his unconscious mind fails to register the soft slide of the door and the shift in the air as a body settles next to him. It's only when that body leans against his that he very abruptly snaps back into awareness.

Wide eyes take in the form of Ravus wearing his bathrobe and he hopes the image of the fluffy, pure-white cotton cocooning the Tenebraen never leaves his memory.]

Ravus... [His hands twitch, but he doesn't let them move.] I should've - I'm sorry. For whatever I did to hurt you.

[Gladio doesn't really feel the cold but he can see how pink Ravus' skin is and knows that the wind, soft though it is, can easily chill freshly heated skin. So he heeds Ravus' request and gets to his feet. Only habit has him offering his hand for Ravus to take - Gladio himself doesn't think he deserves to touch any part of Ravus after causing him to run for the shower like that.]

You should have some of the fruit. And the water. They can help with... the ... after.

[He still hasn't quite figured out what he did wrong, but the least he can do is take care of Ravus.]