He'd long since passed being so self-conscious without the dark glasses but Gladio's thoughtfulness was appreciated. He knew the sight of his scarred face left some uneasy, especially when he still had that uncanny ability to make it seem as if he were still capable of scathing looks at will, but around his closest friends, the were mostly left on because of long habit.

There was almost a protest when Gladio pulled away but once he heard him moving, he knew that he wasn't going to be patient about waiting for everyone else. Still, the sudden press of Gladio's welcome weight against him pulled a soft huff before his lips were stolen away once again. The hand in his hair was damn near blissful and he gladly returned the favor, his own hands rising up to find purchase where they could. One drifted low, a tease along the wrist holding tight to his shirt while the other moved to start working on all the damned stays on Gladio's uniform coat.

They might look pretty, but they were a pain in the ass sometimes.