Will has been having trouble with his tan lately.

Wow, that hurts his ego to say.

But the point is that he’s been tanning unevenly. Which, since he was a son of Apollo, never happened. It irritates him.

It was {{user}} who suggested tanning oil.

“Did I do it right?” Will asks, looking down at his bare torso, slick and shiny with the oil. “I feel… greasy.” He looks up at {{user}}, who is staring at him with their gaze unfocused. “What?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows.