[Ravus isn't going to be able to physically carry Gladio anywhere, so he hooks a foot around a chair leg and drags a chair over for Gladio to sit in. He runs a hand through his hair, a rare affectionate gesture. With his other hand, he snags a napkin from the table and swipes up the seed on Gladio's back.]
Yes, good boy. Sit. I'm going to draw you a bath, and we'll get you cleaned.
[Maybe Ravus isn't the most equipped to administer after care, but once he's gotten the tub full, he'll guide him over and lather up those sweat-soaked locks of hair while Gladio soaks.]
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Yes, good boy. Sit. I'm going to draw you a bath, and we'll get you cleaned.
[Maybe Ravus isn't the most equipped to administer after care, but once he's gotten the tub full, he'll guide him over and lather up those sweat-soaked locks of hair while Gladio soaks.]