There was a flicker of protest in Ignis until he felt those fingers settle on his chin. Gladio's voice rolled through him almost like a shiver and he found himself slowly easing up as he gradually let himself relax, knowing Gladio would be there to keep up him upright. He knew that touch for what it was and almost wanted to weep in gratitude when he felt it. It was the chance to let himself go if he wanted to and honestly... knowing Gladio, even if he didn't.

In years past, Gladio had always seemed to know when Ignis needed that. It was part of why he loved him. He knew he could trust him enough to give himself over to the big man as he'd long ago given him his soul.

"... as you wish."

The words were soft, barely there, but clearly showing that Ignis welcomed what Gladio was offering.