[He narrows his eyes at Gladio. What is the fool apologizing for? Ravus' reactions are his own, and just because he is feeling odd and vulnerable, it doesn't mean Gladiolus did something wrong. Ravus is annoyed that Gladio would think that.]
Come to bed. [He repeats, taking the hand and giving it a none-too-gentle squeeze. It's cold out here, and his feet feel like ice already.] I don't need you to fuss over me. I need....
[He doesn't know what he needs, or why he reacted like he did, and it in equal parts scares and annoys him.]
...I need you to come lay down with me so I can think. [When he's warm and curled up beside Gladio, maybe he can make sense of all of this.]
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[He narrows his eyes at Gladio. What is the fool apologizing for? Ravus' reactions are his own, and just because he is feeling odd and vulnerable, it doesn't mean Gladiolus did something wrong. Ravus is annoyed that Gladio would think that.]
Come to bed. [He repeats, taking the hand and giving it a none-too-gentle squeeze. It's cold out here, and his feet feel like ice already.] I don't need you to fuss over me. I need....
[He doesn't know what he needs, or why he reacted like he did, and it in equal parts scares and annoys him.]
...I need you to come lay down with me so I can think. [When he's warm and curled up beside Gladio, maybe he can make sense of all of this.]