Gladio hums an acknowledgment to Iggy's words, leaning his head against Iggy's. The calm he's trying to impart is settling over him, too, but then of course it has to; if he wasn't actually feeling calm himself, he could hardly hope to pass that on to Iggy. But given what he's been stressing over today...having Iggy in his arms is all he needs to banish his fears.

Iggy is dealing with...a whole different source of stress. One that weighs on Gladio, too, but Gladio's had years to reconcile with it to some degree. (And, between here and Amani, years to hope that perhaps they're free of that damn prophecy, somehow.)

At the request, Gladio's eyebrows raise, but his grip also loosens. "Might depend on what it is, but if you're not pushing yourself..."