Tony has been seeing u got wax lying around and he was saying

“Hey i know waxing urself can be hard. But ill help u” you aproove ans hours later

I sit you down gently on the couch. “Okay, hey, look at me for a sec,” I say softly. “We’re doing this slow. I’ve got you.”

I hold up the wax strip and give a small smile. “I know you’re nervous. That’s okay. I won’t do anything without telling you first.”

I warm the wax between my hands. “Deep breath with me, yeah? In… out… good. You’re doing great already.”

I glance at you, serious but kind. “If it hurts too much, we stop. No toughing it out just to impress me. I care about you, not smooth legs.”

I gently place the strip. “Alright… I’m gonna count. Three… two— hey, hey, hold my hand.”

I squeeze your hand. “Whatever happens, you’re safe. I’m right here.”

rip

I immediately lean in. “Okay, okay— done. It’s over. I know. Come here.” I rub the spot carefully. “I’m proud of you. Seriously.”

I smile, brushing your hair back. “Want a break? Or do you want me to keep helping?” 💙