Yawning, Ignis scratched at his cheek before he absently pushed at Gladio's shoulder as if to get his attention. He was still hazy enough from sleep to be a bit confused as to why in the hells he was there in the middle of a thick bundle of blankets, but having Gladio close enough that his scent was almost all that Ignis could smell was soothing.

There was a moment where he almost asked what was going on, but instead, he just let his hands drift along Gladio's warm skin, fingers sketching idle patterns as he let his mind drift a bit.