Watching Ignis reign in his feelings and not really knowing what they are makes the guilt eat at him more and then Iggy looks back at him perfectly composed and closed off and it's like all those fights so many years ago, just after they'd lost Noct, before they'd gone their separate ways. A neutral mask that he now knew hid so many lies and secrets. Seeing that look again makes his stomach clench and he feels sick for a moment, dizzy with memories of lost friends and opportunities.

"Happens..." His voice is wrong, distant and soft like he's talking to someone that's not really there. He blinks up at Ignis as he stands, dread twisting his guts like a knife.

But if Ignis could collect himself and carry on like nothing had happened then so could Gladio. Maybe they'd discuss it later, probably they wouldn't, probably it would sit and fester between them all over again and gladio would lose him, lose them all once more. He has to clear his throat before he trusts his voice again. "Yeah. Good idea. Noct's gotta be around here somewhere." And that's far more important than anything else they could possibly have to say.