... That asshole has a hell of a lot to answer for. [There was a very pissed off growl to Gladio's voice. While he hadn't seen all of the interesting things that bastard had done, he'd heard about them. And he'd heard enough to know if he were to ever show up on the train, he would be killed straight out. No questions. Just instant death. Gladio would have no remorse.

And then the next question.

Gladio's anger slipped and he pulled back to look down at Noct and gave a low laugh.]

I do hugs. And I'm Gladio... but I guess I'm more free with them here.

[Back home he wouldn't have felt as comfortable to hug anyone quite like this. But he had hugged, usually just an arm around shoulders kinds of hugs, that was as affectionate as he could risk.]