"You don't look twelve," Gladio grumbled, frowning down at Prompto about that before pointing out, "I'm not into teens." His thumb brushed over a bit of cheek above the towel before he pulled it away and slid that thumb along the rougher part of the cheek, nodding in approval. After he put the cloth aside, he worked the soap in between calloused palms until he had some foam to work with and patted it along where the razor would need to go.

The request made him raise an eyebrow, but he just gave a nod. "Sure." As simple as that, though he wondered why. His gaze asked the dozen questions his lips didn't, but he finally did give into one easier one. "So, you keeping the soul patch or am I getting rid of it?" He grabbed the razor and flipped it open, letting Prompto make the final decision on the bit of hair. "Or I could clean you up and leave it, see what you think, and trash it if it doesn't look good."