Too long. It had been far too long since he'd made motions to offer something more to Ignis. There'd never been words, never a discussion, but with their duty on hold until Noctis' return he'd tried. Tried so very hard to be there for Ignis and had only been pushed away.

Now, the knowledge of what he'd seen, why he'd been so distant, railed so hard against everything Gladio was trying to do in those early years made a lot more sense but it didn't change the fact that he- Well he'd lost that shot a long time ago, if he'd ever really even had a shot to begin with.

"Nah..." He starts off trying to play it off, casual, dismissive. But Ignis turns away from him and it hurts, seeing him upset and knowing it's his fault. "No, Ignis. You didn't." A soft sound somewhere between dark humor and disgust.

"Not you're fault, Iggy." It was entirely Gladio's. That he couldn't just accept the comfort and support without getting it twisted up with old wounds and the ache of loss wasn't Ignis' fault. Dammit.