My Land, My Rules

Gladio's own mind, admittedly, had been firmly elsewhere that weekend. Specifically, Ravnica now, just as his thoughts had been so much on Innistrad before that. He had spoken to Iggy that morning, and he'd been full of vague details and repeated promises that they were doing fine and would be back soon, and he'd explain more then.

(A nice good camping trip might be in order).

Besides, the only time one of these weekends had affected him was that one weird one when they all had kids from that impossible 'perfect' future, so he never really gave them that much credence or thought.

So after his workouts, after his errands, after his brief glance around the place for Nell, he wandered up to where he wasn't surprised to find her on the roof.

"Mmm, hot tub." He hummed his approval with a deep rumble, already shucking off his shirt before coming over to greet her properly with a kiss. "You always have the best ideas."