Gladio showing up out of nowhere was a surprise. A pleasant one, despite the teasing thrown Ignis' way because- he's not wrong. Ignis, indeed, doesn't drink. Well- much. Only for social occasions, but that had dwindled down ever since they left Crown City- for obvious reasons.

"What's there to say?"

...okay, maybe he shouldn't phrase it like that. Gladio didn't deserve it, it wasn't his fault. He's silent for a moment, staring at the glass.

"What is the last thing you remember, Gladio? Before you ended up in the Dream Width?"