"Some people are just like that, I s'pose. Seems like a good kid, anyway. And maybe a spar." John eyes Gladio's chest and the bandage over his stitches as he rises and moves to follow the other man out. He mentally steels himself for facing down the rest of Gladio's crew, hopeful that no one will comment on anything from last night. Verbally or non. John's not particularly ashamed--he was known as Three-continents Watson and Casanova in his Army days. But there's something different between a nice long shag for a one-night stand what this is between them now.

Ignis is in the common area kitchen, frying up some bacon that makes John's mouth water. He doesn't even look over as he talks to them, working the stove for the bacon as well as what looks like an omelette.

"Will you be dining with us before or after your workout, Gladio?"