It strikes Ignis, as they stand waiting for the call of the new year, the beginning of this one couldn't be more different than the last one. Last year, they had been recovering from the first surprise memory sharing at storytelling and scrambling to prepare for the death of the sun and the darkness that would follow. There had been little hope for a brighter future, only a prayer that they would make it to the next month.

Perhaps it's too optimistic to say Ignis feels hope for the future now--there are still to many unknowns--but he can at least feel happy with all of them together once again, with Gladio at his side, with neither of them hiding from each other anymore. The lingering warmth of the kiss is enough of a distraction that Ignis doesn't try to chase Gladio down when he slips his glasses from his face. Instead, he merely tilts his head, questioningly, waiting for whatever present his lover has gotten for him.

"You didn't need to. I hope you know that."

Ignis isn't surprised when Gladio all but ignores his words, suddenly too distracted by Leo's antics to give what he will think a silly objection any response. He's pressing a hand to his lips to muffle a laugh and then Gladio is carefully sliding something onto his face. It's unconscious instinct for him to close his eyes as this happens, and a trained instinct that leads him to shift his hand from his mouth to feel the shape of what has been set on his face.

"A new set of glasses, lovely petal? I don't--"

And then he opens his eyes and...understands.

He can see!