( Hawks knows the reason for the pair of chairs is for the two of them to be able to have their own space, but the more the seconds tick past, the more he aware of a strange thought of how close he wants to be close to Gladio. And Gladio might feel the way his hand flexes where it's resting on his shoulder whenever someone walks past and happens to look in their direction. He's never considered himself to be a possessive or jealous person, but he can't ignore the one that keeps sounding in his thoughts. The one telling him that Gladio is his, and everyone they pass should keep that in mind.

Gladio's voice, though, helps to ground him a bit, his head turning to blink at the other man as speaks. He even offers out his glass for the other to try as he nods in his own agreement. ) Yeah. I was hoping there wouldn't be more mysteries to this place, but that might have been wishful thinking on my part. ( And his optimism. As bad as all this is, he keeps reminding himself that it could be worse. A lot worse. But sitting here on Gladio's lap, getting to feel the warmth of him so close is nice. Comfortable.

The idea of cryo-sleep, though, earns a short laugh. )

Sounds like something out of a movie or comic book. ( But his own thoughts aren't much different from Gladio's in that regard. It could be true, and it wouldn't surprise him. But he hopes that isn't the case.

He nods, though, with a bright grin at the question. )

Yeah. Don't worry, I didn't forget you, Gladio-san~ I remember our time together in vivid detail~ ( As if to emphasize this, he leans his weight into the other man's chest, playfully nudging their foreheads together. )