He didn't know why, but the feel of that burning hot skin touching his made him shrink back, curling up a bit tighter as if to ward himself away from it. There was no reason why in his brain, but his instincts were wary and hardwired not to trust anything right then... even Gladio, for some reason.

The hand along his neck made it worse, made him shiver and tense up only to groan at the tug of sore, abused muscles. When Ignis turned his eyes toward Gladio, they were glassy and there was fear in them.

"... need to let them know we're out here."