[He let go of the hand, half expecting Ignis to want it freed so he could pull away, but instead he was gifted to a hug. One he returned. He curled his other arm around Ignis, he would have teased him then. Had the comment ready to go and on the tip of his tongue... But Ignis beat him to it.

And Gladio went very still. There was an odd ringing in his ears for a moment, he almost missed the rest of what Ignis said to him.

He took a deep breath, not even aware there was a slight hitch to it, and when he spoke his voice was low, trying desperately to stay calm.]

I don't know what I said to you, Iggy... All I know is what Prom and Noct told me. And they... I said something bad to you, didn't I?

[Gods, but he hated himself. Maybe it hadn't been him, but it was him enough. He remembered the looks in Prompto's and Nocts eyes when they'd seen him, it'd made him feel sick. He'd spent his days doing what he could to make up for that, to make up for the wrongs his future self had done.

But he'd hurt Ignis as well?

Something so bad Ignis felt he needed to, what? Forgive him? Remove blame? Too damn late.]

Whatever it was... I was outta line. I'm an asshole. You don't have to forgive that, Iggy. I'll make it up to you.