Ignis huffs and if Gladio listens close enough, he will hear him mutter something that sounds suspiciously like 'I'm not made of bloody glass,' but as disgruntled as he might be, he doesn't fight the change in position, eventually settling into Gladio's hold.

"You'll tell me if you need me to move?" He just has to mother hen little more before he lets it go. Please, humor him.