"I get the feeling we both look pretty rough," Gladio said, more jokingly. It was good to hear that chuckle from Ignis, something almost like normal. "I know if I look like even a quarter of what I feel like, I probably look like shit." He looked sallow, his hair bedraggled and sweat-soaked and a sheen on his skin. A few good meals, some rest, and a hot shower would cure it all along with time. "You always look good though. Not fair." He brought up a hand to rub it across his face, hating to feel how weak that gesture felt.