[Just that brief, verbal response is enough to cause Ignis to stiffen up, and as he's gripped as if to steady him, Gladio's words penetrate through the darkness. Gladio. This is Gladio. There's that keen thick natural musk, cologne, steel, the outdoors, dirt and grime and in the back of his mind there is a familiar voice chiding that he really needs a good bath days ago.
But his sharp wit fails him at this moment as he looks upward and reaches a hand to try to search the other's arm like just with touch alone he could find those familiar black tattoos, confirm that this isn't some illusion like one of Ardyn's devious tricks.]
ah yes, that's right..... "accidental"...........
But his sharp wit fails him at this moment as he looks upward and reaches a hand to try to search the other's arm like just with touch alone he could find those familiar black tattoos, confirm that this isn't some illusion like one of Ardyn's devious tricks.]
Gladio...?