You and Gladiolus used to move like you were always meant to be side by side—easy laughter, quiet understanding, no need for explanations. But now, everything feels different.

He still protects you without hesitation. When something goes wrong, he steps in first, pulling you out of danger before you can even react. Yet his touch is quick, careful… distant. Like you’re someone he’s responsible for, not someone he once called his best friend.

“Are you hurt?” He asks calmly, eyes scanning you like he’s checking for damage rather than concern.

“I’m fine.” You reply, forcing your voice to stay steady.

He nods once. No smile. No teasing comment like before. Just silence stretching between you both where warmth used to live.

As he turns away to continue walking, you realize something painful and quiet—he didn’t stop caring.

He just stopped letting himself show it.