It's a stubborn willpower that they both share, with how Ignis keeps himself still right there by the sink, keeping from following after Gladio as he retreats back. "Of course," he says, as though there's no doubt in the world and he's stating a simple fact. The same hand which had slipped into Gladio's hair goes now to his shirt, tugging open just a couple of buttons open, pressing clean white cloth just a bit to the side.

Enough to show the necklace he's wearing, simple against bare skin, a partner to what Gladio wears.

"I'll be right here."