My Land, My Rules

"We'll work on it," Gladio decided, shooting Nell another grin, this time with wink thrown in as well; there was a nudge, too, and that nudge turned into a little bit of leaning his arm into her shoulder. "I can't even imagine that, to be honest. If I asked Iris to get me a glass of water, there's a good chance all she'd do is tell me where I could shove it. Or go get it and them promptly dump it over my head."

There was a beat, as he considered his height compared to Iris'.

"....or my shoes, actually. Unless she got a stool first."