He was quiet as Gladio talked, his eyes on the other as he worked. It was nice, letting someone take care of him. Nice to have something to focus on other than the sad state of affairs their world had turned out to be. And if he was feeling lame for this impromptu lesson he didn't show it. Didn't much feel it either. Not with Gladio.

There's a wrinkle of his nose at the suggestion of growing it out. “Yeah but I'd have to get through the gross patchy thing first,” though he'd thought about it a few times. “Might make me not look twelve though,” with a shrug and a little laugh.

His hands rested on his knees, fingers flexed but not nearly as tight as he'd expected. But still… “Can you - can you keep talking, when you start,” asked softly, asked because he wants to keep this the way it feels right then. Like being taken care of by Gladio was nice and not fall into the traps of his own mind.