"You were upset, remembering wasn't something you were capable of at that moment. I get it. Trust me I've been there." Gladio huffs a breath, tilts his head to nudge Liam in something that's half playful nudge and half nuzzle because they're already leaning into each other enough that he can't really nudge without ending up half in Liam's lap.

"It's really hard... accepting that you've gotten to the point where you can't let yourself care anymore." The nudge turns into resting his head on Liam's shoulder and just... being so grateful to have him here, to have someone that can give him an objective opinion, someone who is willing to support even the bad things without it being something that feels like laying more guilt on them. He hates talking to Ignis about the Night, knows that every conversation is held with a part of his lover's mind chastising himself for allowing distance to come between them even when he hadn't even lived it yet.

"I appreciate that, Liam. More than you can know... I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough to stop Ardyn from hurting you." There's guilt there but also no small measure of weariness.