Gladio hadn't gone about his usual Monday errands and tasks; maybe it might've been good to get back into the routine of things again after the weekend, but he was feeling like he just needed some time to himself. To think things over. To figure out what it all meant. To deal with all the complicated feelings he had about the whole thing. He didn't really like when things got complicated, so he didn't really appreciate getting thrown into dealing with it. There was a lot to think about, and, thankfully, at least, there was a lot of preserve to go stomping through while thinking. And some good spots to stop and sit and do that thinking. At one point, he'd even considered going and grabbing his fishing rod.

But there was also probably a limit to how much thinking a man could do in one day, too, and Gladio was pretty sure he'd overpassed his limit, and he started to head on back home, with a quick swing by T&C to pick up something (ciders; couldnt' go wrong with ciders, this time of year), because it just felt wrong to come back empty handed at this point. And when he made it up to the roof after making sure the cats were fed and 'testing' that stew real quick, just to make sure it was on the right track, of course!, he was already shucking off his shirt and sliding right into that hot tub to settle in beside Nell.

"Hey."