Astrals, Ignis is wonderful. Gladio pads adter him like a lovesick puppy, hand in his and only leaving to get into the tent. He strips down into just swestpants which are just as likely to be thrown off before they reemerge from the tent and settles down with his lover, sleeping bags and a mattress pad making a great base for their rather luxurious tent. He has not spared much thought on much else beside the food, considering they would be spending a good several hours just enjoying their company.

And they do. Gladio has Ignis in his arms before they fall asleep, and his lover unconsciously shifts himself around enough to have him let go. But Gladio is never too far from him, and once Ignis settles in the sleepy were rolls over until his warm body is pressed to his mate one more time.