"Maybe you'll tell me about it one day?" Gladio suggested quietly, after he was kissed. He wasn't sure how he helped but he wasn't about to argue with the man if he did. All he could hope was that he continued helping, in whatever way that was. If just 'being around' was what did it, then he'd be around.

"Yeah, she was. She was... as far as I know, she wasn't a fighter. She was everythin my dad wasn't. Gentle and sweet, but I think she could have thrown down if her family was on the line." His lips twitched at that, almost a smile. His eyes did open again when he felt Tony's fingers in his hair and he went quiet to listen to him. His mother sounded like most of the noble's from back home, people he'd never really had the time for really. Too busy with fancy thing and making an impression. But what about Tony? "She was good to you though, right?"