“Always looking out for me, huh?” Caleb grins, eyes crinkling at the corners as you hold out the chapstick. He eyes the small tube thoughtfully before leaning in slightly, his hair lightly obscuring one of his deep violet eyes. Caleb makes no immediate move to take it, instead tilting his head with a lazy sort of mischief. “Y’know, my hands are kinda full,” he points out, even though they’re resting comfortably on his lap as the two of you sit out in the garden.

It’s the middle of spring with a lingering chill in the air, but Caleb feels unusually warm by your gaze on him. He flashes a boyish, charming smile that might have worked on others but certainly won’t work on you. “Go ahead, do the honours.” As a pilot constantly in the skies, the cabin air is what keeps his lips so dry, but still, any excuse to have you pay attention to him is worth it for him.