[Except Gladio couldn't think about him being happy... Because he knew if home awaited Tony, that happiness would last mere seconds before he died. Because he knew the plans he'd barely set into motion before Tony had vanished... Happiness wasn't a word he needed to think about, or hear, right then.
But he dutifully lifted a bruised and cut up hand to grab the potion from Regis. Instead of drinking it, he dropped his hand onto his chest and just closed his eyes for a few moments.]
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But he dutifully lifted a bruised and cut up hand to grab the potion from Regis. Instead of drinking it, he dropped his hand onto his chest and just closed his eyes for a few moments.]
... What about my happiness?