[...wait, what? Gladio is driving, so he at least has time to puzzle out what Ignis meant by any of that. Leave his bike out? However, Ignis will know the exact second he gets it because Gladio actually chokes a little, a flex of his rib cage under Ignis' arms, and he barely waits until he's stopped at another light before looking sharply over his shoulder.]
I'm not Noct. I know my tolerance. [Seriously did Ignis-- mom at him? Like he does with Noct?!]
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I'm not Noct. I know my tolerance. [Seriously did Ignis-- mom at him? Like he does with Noct?!]