As soon as he begins to speak again, voice gone distant like that Gladio shakes his head. The words are secondary to the way Ignis is crumbling in his hands. The Astrals were killing her, of course they were. Of course they would. Why the fuck not, why let Noctis have anything left-

But Ignis needs him so he can't let the rage come up to the surface the way he wants, instead he reaches out and, carefully as he can, he takes Ignis' weight. Pulls the advisor against his chest, gently tugs his feet out from under him, and lowers him into his lap so he can be held properly. There's not much to say that he hasn't already said, though now he feels like total crap for being mad in the first place. It was stupid and if he hadn't been so confrontational about it maybe Iggy wouldn't be falling apart like this.

"It's okay babe... I'm sorry. I've got you."