[ Gladiolus doesn't ever want to think about Clarus Amicitia, but he can't even visualize Regis without Clarus by his side. He only wants to think of him regal and strong, always standing stoically by the king's side. How many times had Gladio looked up to him, literally looked up at both of them-- sneaking into the throne room even before he'd officially started guarding Noct?
Thinking about his dad means thinking about the news about Insomnia. Knowing the king's shield, his father, hadn't been enough to save Regis, hadn't been able to stop whatever bastards used a fake peace treaty to slaughter every Crownsguard and Kingsglaive in the Crown City... it wasn't a thought Gladio ever wanted to have. Taking care of Noct had made it easy to push down. Even making sure Iris was okay... it's what his dad would have wanted.
Gladiolus takes a deep breath, stilling his body's reaction. He has to sit down, really read over Regis' messages before he can formulate some kind of response. He's not going to cry, dammit.
Regis is your friggin' king, Gladio. You fucked up. ]
2/3 jk
Thinking about his dad means thinking about the news about Insomnia. Knowing the king's shield, his father, hadn't been enough to save Regis, hadn't been able to stop whatever bastards used a fake peace treaty to slaughter every Crownsguard and Kingsglaive in the Crown City... it wasn't a thought Gladio ever wanted to have. Taking care of Noct had made it easy to push down. Even making sure Iris was okay... it's what his dad would have wanted.
Gladiolus takes a deep breath, stilling his body's reaction. He has to sit down, really read over Regis' messages before he can formulate some kind of response. He's not going to cry, dammit.
Regis is your friggin' king, Gladio. You fucked up. ]