He huffed a questioning sort of sound but followed the directions anyways. Sitting on the lid of the toilet and chin jutted up it was only when Gladio came back with the cloth did he really clue into what was happening.

Gladio was going to shave the shitty, patchy, terrible chin fuzz he had going on.

It was at once utterly endearing, kind of hot and downright terrifying. Any by far one of the most intimate things he'd ever done in his life. He forced himself to stay present as he realized Gladio was moments away from holding a blade to his skin, forced himself to remember where he was, who he was with. Shoved the panic at the vulnerability to the back of his mind.

Gladio, this was Gladio… a silent mantra that ran through his mind.