Then Prompto was just gone from his arms before he could even stop it, and Gladio took a moment before letting out a breath, hiding down the feeling that was brought about by the sudden loss of warmth. It was far from the first time he'd pushed down something similar, so it wasn't so difficult to do. (A lie, in a way, because it was harder than he could remember it being before.)

"Mmm." A quick sound, then Gladio went to work. His hair was significantly longer, long enough he could pull it back, but right now it was down around his face. There was little thought to it as he grabbed the shampoo and started working it through his hair, well aware he was still on display. Made for quite the sight with water pouring down over his body, unconcerned about his state of dress, but his mind rushed from thought to thought.

What did it all mean to Prompto? That was the answer he didn't have, but confused him the most. That confession in the parking lot, the need in his voice... Gladio scrubbed away days worth of dirt and grease out of his hair, digging in his nails to really get at his scalp, before tilting his head back to get the water running through it. "Like what you see?" he asked, smirking.

Hiding.