Alex leans against the doorframe, his hair messy and falling into his eyes, a sleepy curiosity on his face. He watches as you smooth something across your cheeks, the soft glow of the bathroom light making him squint a little.

“What’s that stuff?” he asks, his voice low but curious.

When you glance at him, he steps closer, peering at the bottles on the counter. “Looks like a whole science experiment in here.”