“I really don’t want to do this.”

He started at first. The thought of having all this goop and fancy products on his face made his eye twitch a little. It felt illogical, especially when his face was fine already, but he endured it for you. He endured a lot of things for you, and as you worked the product into his face, and the gentle touch of warmth from your hands mixed with the cool gel and face masks, made him feel tired; his back laid flat against the back of his couch, slowly drifting off, before you poked at him.

“…Huh…?”