My Land, My Rules

It was his own fault, really, since he'd taken the towel for the dishes and all, but, really, if Nell kept that up, why, his shirt might get wet along with his neck and then what? He'd have to just go and take it off, or something. Gladio grinned at her and the warm bit of water against his skin and absolutely had to lean in for another one of those kisses himself.

"So that what I'm smelling," he said. "Smells amazing. I'd feel bad for you for having substandard ones earlier, but if that means I'm getting better ones now, well....hard to really feel too bad," he snorted, "in that case...


"And," he added, the grin really getting shameless now, "yeah? You are? What, d'you miss me or something?"