In a way, he hadn't needed the verbal cue. Deep down, he always seemed to know where Gladio was. By then, he was ready, his own uniform neat as always. Usually, he wore more formal clothing, dress slacks and the like, but this just felt like something that needed the precision of his rarely seen uniform. Perhaps a silent show, matching Gladio as if to show that they truly belonged together, both as Noct's retainers as well as partners and mates. If the still livid marks resting above the collar of his uniform bothered him, he gave no clue.

Without a word, Ignis passed Gladio by as he slipped out the door, but there was no hesitation as he reached out, his fingers drifting along Gladio's arm in a silent show of gratitude.