[She would have to take him home. If it weren't for the risk of Ignis finding out that she broke into the Hearth after hours for their date (not that she thinks he would be upset about it), she might have left him here to pass out, sprawled atop the bar with lewd things drawn on his face — kidding. Lightning would never (unless she had a bit too much to drink herself, maybe) and would risk a hundred awkward encounters with Clarus before she left Gladio here to fend for himself against the Hearth's surly bartenders in the morning. That might be fun to see, though...
She would even prepare the ice buckets for them.]
Sure as hell feels like some kind of fantasy romance scenario.
[She follows his laugh with one of her own, gentler this time as her expression softens. There are a lot of things that she still finds hard to believe about this – about them – and often finds herself thinking about it.
Once he's done with it, her hand slides through his until her warm palm is resting on his cheek, and she runs her thumb along the line of his stubble. She enjoys the bristly sensation. There's some worry behind the crinkle of her smile as she offers a calm verbal nudge at first, because between all the smooches and their banter, there's been another thing on her mind.]
Hey... [She's going to try to catch and hold his gaze.] How're you feeling about all this?
[Lightning heard about what happened back home and knows well enough what it's like to be reunited with a loved one who had been lost and grieved — it's never easy, and... well, she wonders if he's had the chance to talk about it. Before he left, he never did, minus what he shared at Selenium with her over a year ago, but she's very aware that seeing them through the flicker of a lit magic candle is not quite the same as having them here, tangible and real.
From what she knows about Gladio, however much or little, he always struck her as similar to her in a lot of ways... one of them being having to be strong for others around them, but she wants him to open up to her more, and to trust her with those feelings if he so chooses. This seems like a good place to start.
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She would even prepare the ice buckets for them.]
Sure as hell feels like some kind of fantasy romance scenario.
[She follows his laugh with one of her own, gentler this time as her expression softens. There are a lot of things that she still finds hard to believe about this – about them – and often finds herself thinking about it.
Once he's done with it, her hand slides through his until her warm palm is resting on his cheek, and she runs her thumb along the line of his stubble. She enjoys the bristly sensation. There's some worry behind the crinkle of her smile as she offers a calm verbal nudge at first, because between all the smooches and their banter, there's been another thing on her mind.]
Hey... [She's going to try to catch and hold his gaze.] How're you feeling about all this?
[Lightning heard about what happened back home and knows well enough what it's like to be reunited with a loved one who had been lost and grieved — it's never easy, and... well, she wonders if he's had the chance to talk about it. Before he left, he never did, minus what he shared at Selenium with her over a year ago, but she's very aware that seeing them through the flicker of a lit magic candle is not quite the same as having them here, tangible and real.
From what she knows about Gladio, however much or little, he always struck her as similar to her in a lot of ways... one of them being having to be strong for others around them, but she wants him to open up to her more, and to trust her with those feelings if he so chooses. This seems like a good place to start.
... Also, her hands are NOT tiny!!!]