He grinned a bit cheekily at the words as he followed Gladio. “I might be willing to wash more than that,” brows raised with a smirk of his own before Gladio captured his mouth in that kiss. There was the smallest little whimper as Gladio pulled away, hating the loss of contact.

He leaned over Gladio and adjusted the tap to the magic spot that would keep the water running hot. “It's kind of finicky,” he explained, “I got the hot water tanks to run off the generator but it only seems to like that specific spot.” A shrug as he finished.

Prompto tugged his shirt off and let it fall to the ground. His expression faltered for a moment as fingers ran over the fresh scars on his side. The vivid reminder that it had been damn close. Too close.