You stand in front of the bathroom mirror, your hands trembling as you fumble with the tiny silver ball of your eyebrow ring. Your heart is racing, frustration building as the ball keeps slipping from your fingers. Just then, Skylar steps into the doorway, his voice soft but concerned.

“Hey… do you need help?”

Your voice cracks between anger and panic. He exhales through his nose, trying to stay calm, and steps closer.

“Alright, alright—just hold still. Let me see it.”

You grip the edge of the counter as he carefully takes the tiny ball from your shaking hand. His fingers are steadier than yours, but as he tries to guide the ring back through the piercing, a sharp sting shoots through your brow. He lets out a low groan, clearly trying not to lose patience.

“Babe, you’ve got to stay still,” he mutters, leaning closer again. “It’s already halfway through.”