It's cool, Iggy. Really.

[It kind of had, kind of hadn't been okay. But while Gladio had tried (and mostly succeeded!) in playing off the inevitable disappointment that had come with thinking that he'd been cancelled on, the not cool part had been that Iris had been receiving a veritable shit ton of chocolates from a bunch of assholes in her school.

It pissed him off enough to display it. Horribly. And he might've been wearing a few bitemarks from the experience. Enough to sober him, really. Enough to make him realize he was being an asshole. ...At least Ignis hadn't seen it. That was something.

What hadn't been expected was the call he'd got later in the day. He'd tried to say it was alright, that they could do something later, but it didn't seem to be a problem, so...

Here they were.]

Don't sweat it. I'd rather be told something ain't good than have you get in trouble.

[He raises an eyebrow when Ignis opens the door for him, but he slips in, waiting for the other to do so before putting his hand on his lap.]

Hey. Really. It's alright. You don't need to be sorry for anything.