The hand that's not buried in Ignis' hair, trying to drag him back to the present with that grip reaches over for Prompto. He squeezes his knee, a little too hard, worried and frightened. Part of him wants to insist too, push Ignis to talk but he also doesn't want to do it like this, not when he's so far away and out of it.

"He's right babe... but lets get you a little more... here?" As much for Prompto as it is for Ignis. He, honestly doesn't expect Ignis to really be registering much of what's happening right now.

"C'mon Igs... focus for me." Another quick kiss and then he's going back to the same tricks he's used for years in the darkness. "You hear the girls? Gonna have to get them dinner soon, huh?"

He can feel Gladio's hands on him, Prompto's weight against his side. Sight was the least reliable of senses so it really didn't matter that he was blind, not for this. But he could hear the chocobos chirping in the next room, the rush of waves on the beach outside, the rumble of Leo's purr. And Gladio tugs something out of the first aid pack on his belt, a little bundle of herbs he'd begun keeping on hand after the incident with Ardyn on Monsun. Mint and rosemary, sharp and bright and he rolled the herbs between his fingers so the scent was strong and fresh.

Something to latch onto with all of his senses, to follow back to the here and now. Gladio even plucks a mint leaf off that bundle with his teeth, catching Ignis' lips in another light kiss, just enough to press the sweet, sharp taste of the mint onto his tongue. "Come home, baby." Murmured against his lips.