A contented warmth floods through Ignis as he hears that chuckle and feels the hair that falls down over his hands. He runs the strands through his fingers wishing he had thought to remove his gloves so he could feel the slide against bare skin, but he can't bear to pull his hands free right then, so the gloves remain, even as the amusing thought that both of their hair could really use some TLC crosses his mind. Right, that's not going to happen anytime soon. They are both too frugal to use favors on such silly things as hair care products.

For some reason, though, that doesn't stop Ignis from spending a moment imagining how silky Gladio's hair would feel running through his fingers if they did.

"I know. It appears I'm a lot more stubborn than anyone gives me credit for," Ignis smiles softly and then reluctantly removes his hands from Gladio's hair so that he can use them to coax the Shield's head away from his shoulder. His thumbs stroke gently over Gladio's cheeks before he leans in to press a gentle kiss to his lips, pulling back only slightly so he can whisper, "Don't hide from me."