Ignis had no problem letting Gladio guide him. It was a clear sign of the trust he had in the other man. It was a trust they all shared and one he was grateful for. Without that trust, they never would've survived to enjoy the new peace. Just having Gladio close enough to touch was settling Ignis more than he realize, but the brush of scruff along the back of his neck did anything but settle him. Pale skin prickled under the contact and this time, when Ignis groaned, it was a good deal clearer than before.

"Letting go of one kind of tension only to succumb to another. You're a wicked man, my friend."