It doesn't really take all that long for him to collect himself. He sniffles and the shoulder of Ignis' shirt is damp and hot from tears he can't quite stop but he isn't as much of a wreck as he expected to be. How can he be when he has Ignis in his arms and those beautiful hands in his hair.

He actually chuckles a little, letting one hand move away from Ignis' back and up to tug the tie from his hair, letting the ponytail down to frame his face, yet more hair for Ignis to thread his fingers through. Gladio presses his face into Iggy's shoulder, sways with him for a few breaths, tips his head up to bump against the other man's jaw like some sort of giant cat looking for pettings.

"I was so sure I was gonna lose you." Soft and so afraid. A slight shift like he might kiss Ignis' cheek, breath warm on his skin before he turns back to his shoulder and presses his face in again. He doesn't want to push too much, go too far. He'll take only what Ignis offers and he will be perfectly content with that. More than content. Elated.