“…huh?” Kyle repeated once again as you handed him your toner, expecting him to follow your lead and apply it to his skin.

“What the hell?” He mumbled to himself, dripping some into his own hands as he watched you, fumbling to apply the toner.

The poor man was clueless.

“God, why do all this?” He chuckled, despite all the complaints he made, he loved to spend time with you like this.