First, Gladio slid the cloth around Prompto's neck, letting the wet heat soak into the skin. "...gotta get your skin wet and the heat softens everything up. Trying to shave dry you might as well be shaving with sandpaper." He chuckled, not really aware of just how terrified Prompto really was in that moment. "Plus I've got some soap I save just for shaving - gotta find another bar, sometime, almost out - makes it so the razor glides."

It was so strange, the idea of teaching someone their age how to shave, but it came easier than he expected. A lot of that, he suspected, was because it was Prompto and it just was hard to be awkward around him. His fingers slowly massaged the cloth in against Prompto's skin, watching him as he stood there. "You probably could manage something on your chin, if you let it grow." His thumb rubbed across that chin.