Oh? If everything looks so good on you, then would you care to explain why you eschewed wearing a shirt so often?

[Once his hand is batted away, Ignis lets it fall to rest in his lap. Despite the teasing in his words, his expression slowly grows more serious as he listens to Gladio fix his hair.]

This is going to sound strange, but I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sure Prompto and my future self were around, but this present me wishes...

[He pauses then, tucking his chin into his chest out of embarrassment as he fumbles with finding the right words to express what he's saying. Much to his displeasure, he fails.]

Oh, blast it, never mind. You must have knocked loose all my remaining brain cells with that noogie.