The 'all yours' lets him know it's safe to look and with a quick confirmation over his shoulder, Gladio stretches out tall before grabbing the pack at his feet and walking over to where Prompto is. He pops it open and tugs out the towel and soap in there, ignoring the shaving kit entirely used to keep the beard neat. He catches Prompto saving his backside from invasion by bug and hides down a smile at the sight of it. Not a squeal, not a panicked voice, just a quick removal and continue on. Really, the blond had come such a long way from when he'd first met the nervous kid in Noct's shadow.

He stands up and strips off his vest, laying it on a sturdier branch of the bushes surrounding so it's not sitting in the dirt, then without hesitation goes for his belt. "Didn't hear so much as a peep except for a bat," shift of leather, pop the buckle's front, tug, loosen. "Hoping anything that might be interested gets confused by the brush."