"Know you're not ba-" The pet name catches in his throat, uncertain, and he nuzzles into Iggy's hair. It's not that he thinks Iggy can't handle it, not at all, there's just no need. He knows the limitations of his regroup and it's not meant to handle something so severe.

"Long as we both go this way a little..." And he coaxes Ignis to lean a little into the wall so his weight was distributed between the wall and Gladio's upper chest. Nothing on his belly. It's fine, Ignis. Not babe. Not yet.... but maybe soon?