It's that soft sound born between dark humor and disgust that really hits Ignis in the chest. His fingers twitch as he fights back the urge to curl them into angry fists, but eventually they still as he fights back his emotions and forces them under lock and key. He's already hurt one friend tonight by letting his emotions get the better of him. He's not going to do it again.

Breathe in. Breathe out. One long breath and he straightens his shoulders, turning back to face Gladio, all traces of the embarrassed flush gone, "I would prefer it if you not take more than your share of the blame on this. We both obviously got carried away. It happens."

He carefully pulls himself to his feet then, not wanting Gladio to think he's pulling away, but not comfortable remaining as they are, "Shall we go look for Noct and Prompto if he's been brought here? It will be nice to have everyone together again."