Alex’s nose scrunches as you push his fringe back with a hairband and start to apply a facemask to his face with a brush. the smell of it fills his nostrils, and it’s a strange one. the young actor tries his best to stay as still as he can, a bit of laughter erupting from his throat and making his adam’s apple bob at the feeling.

“that’s cold.” he states, smile breaking out across his lips as he leans forward,, eyes closed. the brunette sits, hand laced with your free one lovingly.