[ As luck would have it, Gladio remains entirely oblivious. If it's an act, it's a truly convincing one. During the long trek to the shoreline, he was at ease in the wilderness and ruin. He fought alongside him, set up and tore down camp, hauled off debris along with the rest of them without avoiding Genji or giving any other sign - if anything, he was perfectly comfortable with the cyborg.
Because he was. Genji is a cool dude in Gladio's eyes. ]
Not really. [ He got it the day he was made Shield to the future king, just like his father had for the current - and now deceased King Regis. But that's a story he keeps close to his chest. ]
Yeah, good call.
[ Settling down again, he carefully lets his body adjust to the chill of the lush grass and tolerates the burn on his back. ]
So... what kind of job requires someone to find places like this? Lemme guess - landscaping?
[ Said with the expression of a man who knows that's not the right answer. ]
'a phobia of shirts' excuse you
Because he was. Genji is a cool dude in Gladio's eyes. ]
Not really. [ He got it the day he was made Shield to the future king, just like his father had for the current - and now deceased King Regis. But that's a story he keeps close to his chest. ]
Yeah, good call.
[ Settling down again, he carefully lets his body adjust to the chill of the lush grass and tolerates the burn on his back. ]
So... what kind of job requires someone to find places like this? Lemme guess - landscaping?
[ Said with the expression of a man who knows that's not the right answer. ]