Ignis stops but is still tense under him. Gladio gets a clawed hand into the scruff of his fur and holds on, but his free hand runs through soft golden fur across his shoulders, down his back.

"Come back to me, my Iggy."

Gladio isn't going to hurt him, but he foes have to trust him. This is 't somethibg they both have ever had to deal with, the growing pains of a late blooming were- But Gladio does know how to be Ignis' rock in the storm, if nothing else.

"Come on, babe. You know I'd never hurt you."