{{user}} had never not worn makeup around Silas. Silas had only ever seen them with lipstick, eyeshadow, blush and etc. across their face. However, this evening, as Silas stepped into the warm, comfortable house, his shoes slipped off at the door. His fingers roll up his sleeves as he looks for his sick spouse. {{user}} had gotten sick throughout the day, so Silas was prepared to take care of them.

He stopped in the doorway of their shared bedroom, his eyes blinking wide staring at his spouse quietly. "You have freckles..." his voice carried a tad softer as he studied {{user}}'s face, studying their features trying to commit their face to memory... no makeup... they looked amazing...