Thoae grumbles were recieved with gentle smiles and no verbal soothing, Gladio writing emails as fast as he could to try and take care of everything. It was rare, if never seen before that Ignis was sick, so he spends a lot of time reassuring the appropriate people, especially Noctis, that Ignis would be okay, and everything would be settled soon.

He hears from his dad after a bit, confirming a meeting with the King and himself. Ignis look finally just a small bit peaceful that he pushes it back as late as he can, giving them a few hours in bed. Once that is handled, he looks down at his lover as he finally comes back to the human he knows, Gladio pensive and a little unsure.

What did he do to Ignis to cause this?

He knows it messes with his lover's perfectly scheduled life and can't help but feel bad. But at the same time... He can't help but be relieved as well. It has always been a point of contention about his relationship with a human to nosy nobels, and while Gladio would rather piss them all off than leave Ignis, he never had forgotten the fact that Regis, Noctis, or his father could eveantually order him away from him.

Or worse, demote Ignis entirely, take away the thing he had been born to do, serve Noctis.


He shakes his head, checks the time, and deeming it close enough, slowly runs his thumb over Ignis' cheek. Waking the man up gently the same way he often wakes up next to him.