There was no huff at the pile of clothes beside their bed. Not when the simple freedom of bare skin felt so good to Ignis. Bare skin meant Gladio could touch him and damn it, that was what he wanted. There was a small moment of clarity, a short shake of his head as if he were trying to clear away some of the fog that seemed to be clouding his better judgement.

"This.... how can you stand it? I can't think."