Ignis hums softly in reply. It's not like he's going to say 'I told you so' and it doesn't really matter to him so much why Gladio understands now. It's just good he does and they can all move forward together until they hit the next snarl that needs working out.

As Gladio massages his feet, Ignis slides down in the chair, sighing contentedly. He may not think this is necessary, but it does feel very good. Gladio's hands always feel good on him.

"May I ask what you worked out so I know what not to interrupt?"