That's right. He picked up the first aid kit last night for Gladio's stitches. It should be in their room still. Excellent! John takes the proffered hand up. He only half-pretends at being dizzy as he leans against the other man for a moment. What was that about getting his mind out of the gutter? It's hard when Gladio is exuding delicious scents and a sense of triumph across the Bond.

"Real massage might be nice. I think I could go with a shower and breakfast for now. Think that counts as a workout, yeah? How's your shoulder doing?"

John's not going to be the one to point out that Gladio's promised prize is available to him. He's free to ask the Guide whatever he wants and John will answer, reluctant as he might be.