Noct staying away hurt more than Ignis would admit but he couldn't fault the young man. It wasn't the first time they'd been at odds and it wouldn't be the last. To hear he'd pretty much shut Prompto out as well made it even worse. As far as Ignis was concerned, those two needed each other. To know that Noctis had willingly cut Prompto off wasn't a good sign.

Trying to get Noctis to start talking to Prompto again had been what Ignis was thinking about when Cor knocked on his door. As soon as the Marshal had stopped speaking, his heart dropped and a knot clenched in his gut. Gladio waking up... was good. Maybe he was getting over the venom finally. Maybe he wouldn't remember anything.

Maybe.

What had happened was something that Ignis had firmly tried to put out of his mind but it haunted him. He woke earlier that day, his body tense, his skin clammy with sweat and a shout in the back of his throat. This... he wasn't ready for this. Not yet. Still, he had said he would be there and Ignis never went back on his word. Instead of doing what he wanted and burrowing back into the bed, he stood and went to the door, not even looking at Cor as he opened it, then made his way to the room where Gladio was waking up.