[ How can he not be relaxed? He's shared a life under his roof, had meals with him, his found family whom he also has complicated feelings with enough to make him wonder if this is a trait. But it's Genji who knows him - technically - the longest. He has history, even if half of it is of the kind he'd rather not relive. ]

Hooh~ [ Gladio drawls, dusting snow off himself as he moves in. ]

Does that mean you'll keep me warm?

[ He knows exactly what he's implying. He knows perhaps better than most the inner-workings of this friend of his. He's spent months acquainting himself with how to unhinge his armor and lean his limbs free of debris, make them the most they can be through invasive maintenance. ]

Can you even manage, with that rickety old tin man body of yours...

[ He reserves this final challenge for when he's finally crowded into his personal space, his breath misting the negligible air between them. ]

To keep me warm, I mean.