( there is something incredibly disorienting about being told that one, you were in an accident — even if you're ultimately okay, that's some damned jarring news — and two, that you're home even when you can't remember what that's supposed to mean. everything is fuzzy, and very little makes sense, especially when you hear something like do you remember how to get back home when you're pretty sure that shouldn't. be.
but again, everything is fuzzy. and everything feels like it might be susceptible to the sort of realism that seeps in from the edges as something plausible, and while it's been long enough since gladio's own accident that he might have started to believe some of the memories that are slowly coming back to him, it's not complete, and he can't help but wonder.
but that's neither here nor there, now is it?
he still takes to wandering around town when he's got the time, he it doesn't pass beyond his notice that there is a small, blonde, denim-and-floral clad thing standing just outside the ice cream shop, looking in like she doesn't quite dare go in herself, and he. has to stop. because it brings about the stirrings of memories that he's not entirely sure belong, but maybe they might, but that's neither here nor there, either.
he clears his throat upon approach, cocking his head to the side with a small grin. ) You can go in, y'know. They like it when you do.
uno;
but again, everything is fuzzy. and everything feels like it might be susceptible to the sort of realism that seeps in from the edges as something plausible, and while it's been long enough since gladio's own accident that he might have started to believe some of the memories that are slowly coming back to him, it's not complete, and he can't help but wonder.
but that's neither here nor there, now is it?
he still takes to wandering around town when he's got the time, he it doesn't pass beyond his notice that there is a small, blonde, denim-and-floral clad thing standing just outside the ice cream shop, looking in like she doesn't quite dare go in herself, and he. has to stop. because it brings about the stirrings of memories that he's not entirely sure belong, but maybe they might, but that's neither here nor there, either.
he clears his throat upon approach, cocking his head to the side with a small grin. ) You can go in, y'know. They like it when you do.
( gladio. ffs. )