"Yes." The word is soft, almost lost as Ignis hasn't resisted being tucked under Gladio's chin at all. He lets himself drift, not like he did sometimes back on the islands when he was desperately trying to run away from things that were too much, but just to let his mind rest while the last of his tears fall and then dry. He's tired suddenly, exhausted, but in a good way he can't help but think. This needed to happen.

Ignis lets himself loose track of time for a while, but about the time he feels himself in real danger of falling asleep in Gladio's embrace, he leans forward to press a kiss to the Shield's neck and then smiles up at him sleepily, "Thank you."