If only Tony knew what he was thinking. He would've begged him. Don't wait. Don't wait or it might be too late. Fortunately he had no part in this. This story, this tale was Gladio's and it was a beautiful one, assuming the younger man would get the chance.

"What about if you had a son? Do you have a name picked out for him too?" He leaned against his shovel, smiling softly at his friend. Why they'd never talked about this, he didn't know. "You'd make a really good father, Gladdy. You're lightyears ahead of me when I was your age."

Probably even now.