( Maybe it's easier to believe in Ignis' capabilities when he can see them for himself. When each step rings with the familiar sureness he has so long associated with the adviser, it's easy to know that he'll be back to his same skilled self with work.
Those things must be harder to recognise in the dark.
Gladio relaxes onto the couch and straightens up almost immediately, leaning elbows onto thighs, threading fingers together as he looks over. There are so many obstacles to overcome and moving forward is the only way Gladio can see them getting through this. Any of it. )
Don't mention it.
( Who is Gladiolus to complain about anyone's angry outbursts, after all.
There's something there, a flare of hope, an awareness of his surroundings which Ignis doesn't seem to realise yet, but perhaps this isn't the time to bring it up. )
Want me to, uh, just listen?
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