"Maybe one day... I'm in no rush though." Gladio replied as he idly ran his fingers up and down Tony's arm, not really paying attention to what he was doing as he considered Tony's words.

He was right in a way. The present was a precious gift, but it was hard to really think about his future when he wasn't even home. So far he'd been on a train travelling the Void and now here. Maybe in a few months, a few years, he'd be somewhere else completely. Maybe he'd finally be taken home? Who knew? Maybe he'd grow old here? Who knew?