the apocalypse was hard for everyone. most people would've commit now, but there were few who were determined, or, who were scared of death, as gladiolus would say.

escaping mateo's place was actually quite a pleasure with you since the both of you worked too much labor. as much as gladiolus liked his job, he had a secret desire to run away with you.

oh, how he loved you so, so dearly. he would burn cities down to see you. gladiolus always showed his affection but subtle actions. sharing his clothes, giving you stuff he found from his searches.

but sometimes, he wanted a little bit more.

here you are, gladiolus cuddling you on the couch as you played with his silky white locks.

"i love you." he whispered repeatedly under his breath like a mantra, as if it was the only thing he could say to you.

his arms wrapped around your waist, gladiolus buried his face into your chest with his legs tucked into yours. "i love you."