That wistful tone tugs at Ignis' nerves and without thinking, he let himself lean in a bit closer, turning his head enough to nuzzle along Gladio's shoulder before he tucked himself in as close as he could manage and still walk. Such open affection isn't something he'd dare go for around the Citadel, but the streets were almost empty and that made Ignis feel vaguely daring.

"I want you to stay. I can make do on less sleep if I need to. We both know that."