...Ignis was afraid of him. Ignis also wasn't the only one with bile in the back of his throat. Gladio looked away, the worry there dying before he only nodded, saying nothing else before he walked out of the room. By the time he got back to his bed his knees were trembling from the effort, too soon after how sick he'd been, but it hadn't mattered when he'd heard Ignis screaming out.

Because of him, he realized now. Nightmares. Because of him.

Noctis though shook his head, though he didn't quite get the connection of it all as quickly as Gladio had. "It's fine; I wasn't asleep. ...Do you want me... to stay here, until you can get back to sleep?" Like Ignis had for him when he was young.