"Wake up from what?" Gladio's hands are a firm, steady hold, not quite restricting but not really allowing Iggy to continue messing around with knives while his hands shake, either. Enforcing a measure of stillness, a pause. "Scared this is a dream that's gonna vanish? Or worried that you'll sink too deep into it?"

His breath is slow and warm against Ignis' ear. There's a feeling that Gladio is somehow trying to pass his own steadiness into Iggy to stabilize him - through his touch, through his breathing, through his presence. Trying to get Iggy to harmonize his body with Gladio's, wordlessly. "You pushed yourself too hard after Costlemark, too, not that anyone's counting. But that wasn't as bad." Costlemark had been a whole ordeal, sure, but that had just been tiring. This...this is Iggy rattled down to his bones. No mere gauntlet could do that.