If moving was as difficult for Gladio as it was for Prompto he'd be cursing up a storm right now. But for all of Prompto's aches, things he'd hoped that talking about might help, Gladio feels more at ease than he has for days.

Hearing the slow, detached way Ignis spoke, though, has him dropping a hand down to give Prompto's leg a squeeze, flashing a look at him, scared and worried. Then he shuffles off the bed, coming around to the foot of the bed where Ignis and Leo are curled up and nudging the lily out of the way so he can cup Ignis' face in his hands.

"Hey... babe?" Soft and concerned. One hand slips into Ignis' hair, fingers curling tight into his hair, just enough to tug gently, a steady pressure, something not quite pain but too firm to ignore. "Come back to me baby."

He bumps his forehead against Iggy's, drops a kiss to his nose. "Prom's right you don't owe me or anything. It's not like that. I love you." Another kiss, brushing his lips over Ignis' cheek, the span of scars on the left side.

"C'mon, Spark. Need you with me, okay?" One more tug at his hair, a little firmer this time.