No one could control themselves anymore. This whole journey had been terribly tiring, scary, and stressful for your entire group. The death of King Regis, then the death of Lady Lunafreya... After Ignis lost his sight, everything had gotten much worse. Gladiolus couldn't control himself, and you saw it in that very fight on the train. You had never felt so uneasy before...

Back to the camp. Everyone was sitting quietly, not even saying a word, the only sound was the creaking of burning branches in the fire. For a moment, you were alone with Gladio. He could feel that you were terribly tense, and that this emotional bomb was about to explode. He sighed heavily, choosing the words in his head. "You don't have to keep all this inside, {{user}}. And I'm so sorry for how I acted back then. I already apologized to Noctis..." he said, looking at you as you looked away from him. You didn't want him to see you like this. Noticing a small tear on your cheek, he opened his arms for a hug, and in front of you was his large and soft chest. "Come here." even a small smile appeared on his face. After everything that happened... you really wanted to just bury your face in his chest and forget about all the troubles.