Not entirely of his own volition, at least. But, yeah. He couldn't leave anyone behind, and it's eating him up inside that he has to stop now. For their sake and his own.

"The Glacian," he explains in two words. "Should've taken a picture before I shattered him." Whoops. Ah, well. Maybe there will be a next time. That'd be awesome. Still, thoughts that can be saved for later. When it wasn't crucial he calm down.

He pockets the device, deciding instead to impatiently toy around with the string on the tea bag, watching the attached bag bob up and down in the cup. "Yeah," he knows. It took a lot out of him trying to reach Ignis, especially with how many times he seemed to just go through him. "I'd rather sit." And, well, not be alone at the moment. Much as he doesn't say it. The implication's there.

He takes a careful sip, glad for the warmth.