Don't apologise if you've not done anything wrong, Iggy.

[He hugged him tighter then, because this was what he'd been missing. He'd never understood why, but back on the Trecker Ignis had kept him at arms length. Even when he'd sorted through things with the others, Ignis had been... a stranger. And it had killed him a little. Each time it had chipped away at him. He'd felt like his friendship had been rejected, no matter how many times he'd reached out.

But it wasn't now. Ignis was right there wanting the same thing he did.]

And we will. Like I said, I'm not going anywhere, Iggy. I'll be here when you guys need me.