In the end, he wouldn't have been surprised if Prompto, and Ignis, were angry with him. It was something he would have accepted because it was fair. He had been the beginning of the cracks that should have destroyed their friendship, yet... this was proof it wasn't beyond repair. It had been changed, cracked, but not completely gone.

He was grateful as anything for that. It would have been another marker on his grave to have been the murderer of their brotherhood.

Gladio reached over and turned the water off, running his fingers through his hair a few times to get out the tangles from washing it, then grabbed for a towel. A brisk drying, body first, then his hair, before he tucked it around his waist. When he came to peer into the mirror, he had to bend over, but he did rub his thumb over his jaw. "Been needing to clean this up for a while, but ain't doing shit without a mirror and time."

...Might take the chance to slap Prompto's backside sticking out.