The feeling of that big hand curling over his pulled Ignis from his overthinking. The gesture was sweet and more of a comfort than Gladio could know. He was right, of course. The talk went well. Better than Ignis expected, honestly. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but it hadn't been that. Such... open acceptance.

Sighing, he glanced up at Gladio, the public mask gone for the moment. In its place was nothing more than a tired, unsure young man.

"It's just a lot of things to take in. I've never really been a fan of personal change. You know that."