Indeed. For others, maybe that would be an insult and make them think of a relationship being compared to a chore, but... Ignis wouldn't trade his position, his closeness to Noctis, for anything else in the world. And he knows Gladio is very much similar.

Still, the ease that knowledge brings isn't quite the same as the point Gladio brings up next, and the slight twitch of his mouth is equivalent to watching a dog or cat flick their ears back. "We have been sharing him between us for a long time yet, now," he agrees, finger tapping once on the sink as emphasis. "However, I wouldn't know how to share you."

This is his first and only relationship, after all. Does this... change something? Ignis had no idea. One more new thing, another uncertainty, that he'd had to grapple with.

...Just not on his own. That's what relationships are supposed to be like, aren't they? Not something taken purely onto only a single set of shoulders. So if Gladio suggests maybe it wouldn't change too much at all in the end, for either his duty or the very slim sliver which exists as Ignis's personal life... Maybe he should believe him.

A soft rush of an exhale. "...Thank you. And - I apologize. I was rash once more." Twice in one day. He really is off his game, and he doesn't like that.