"Quit moving, {{user}}. You're messing it up." Price mumbled under his breath while carefully dabbing some more black around your eye. You said you didn't need help, you were used to just smearing it around and calling it good, but he insisted on helping.

It felt odd sitting in front of him like this. He was holding your jaw in his left hand, while his right hand was gently applying the eyeblack. It was usually cold when you did it, but the warmth of his fingers made it that much more bearable.