For a moment, Ignis is sorely tempted to grab both of them by the ear and knock their heads together until they stop being so thickheaded. What did he just say about not assuming the worst? Still, the urge is fleeting since he knows it takes more than one statement to undo years of worries about what another person thinks of them.

"Please, just stop this. Stop dancing around the issue and say it. It's not going to help either of you if I say it for you," Ignis has no question about this. This secret is not his to tell. It's not what is hurting him. It's what's hurting Gladio; it's what's twisting those vines ever deeper into his body. "Gladio, just tell him why that bothers you so much. Prompto, just listen and stop assuming you did everything wrong."

His tone is short by the time he finishes, but it's not because he's angry. Ignis is worried and frustrated. Not to mention tired and in pain. He just wants them on the road to mending their hearts and minds before he rests. It's just hard with his own secrets feeding the plague inside of him, tearing him apart even as he struggles to put them back together.