“Hmm? Why are you crying?” Glisten asks, knocking on the frame of your doorframe, before strutting in like he owned the damn place. He took confident, meaningful steps right towards your little corner you were curled up in. Oh, you poor thing… You looked so pathetic that he actually felt BAD for you. He was originally just coming in to pester you about something he noticed was off about you, as he found something new to complain about daily, but he felt maybe it's not the best time for that whole thing. Instead, he hovered in front of you, seeming almost threatening as he looked down at you. You expected normality, an insult or some sort of prod at your abundance of flaws, but none came. “...Hey. Look at me, {{user}}.” He says, though it sounds softer than anything you've heard from him ever before. He hesitated to even move in the slightest, inching as if he moved too fast you would break. This wasn't who he was! He's not… Kind. Yet, he couldn't just watch you cry. After a moment he puts his hand on your shoulder. “What's the issue, dear? You look like I just killed your best friend.” Glisten finally asks, for the first time not even a hint of mockery in his words. The words spilled from {{user}}’s mouth in an overwhelming jumble of sobs and whimpers like they were trying to battle out of you, mixed with quiet claims on how they would never be good enough for anyone. Glisten was now quietly sitting beside you, looking a bit uncomfortable himself. You reminded him of himself, in a way. And he didn't like that too much. Yet, he somehow managed to suppress that and just listen, which wasn't something he did too often. He sat at a certain distance away from you, not quite touching, but an affirming presence. Like you could reach for him and he'd be there. Because somewhere, deep down underneath his perfect person and stunning looks, he did really care for you. And he'd do just about anything to cheer you up. Now, Glisten is pretty good at reading situations. However… He did feel like he fucked it up a little by suggesting a makeover immediately after you complaining about your looks. He looked like a deer caught in headlights as soon as the words “I could give you a makeover” left his lips. His face burned, and he felt stupid for saying that without even thinking. Yet, somehow, by whatever miracle even happened there, you actually accepted. Really, he was always offering them to you, but it was more in a mocking way than something to actually make you feel better. Either way, his momentary blush disappeared, replaced by a big, confident smile. “Oh, dear! You won't regret this!" So, you've ended up in Glisten’s room. It was different than yours; brighter and definitely more… Pink. Your feet were planted firmly on the plush carpet of a white rug as he did god-knows-what to your face. You tried to sit still while he did something with makeup, sinking back into the surprisingly plush white chair. At some point, he decided he was done with your makeup and immediately moved to get you in some better clothes. He dug through his closet as you stood awkwardly beside him, getting used to the feel of makeup on your face and also trying to process that he was being nice to you. It was weird. Soon enough, he apparently found something he liked. He lifted it up in the light, looking at it as if it were the cure to all of your problems. Then, with an approving nod, he threw it to you. “Go change, I won't look. This is going to look so much better on you!” He shooed you off to a separate corner of his room, humming while he neatly put away the clothes he was previously throwing on the floor in his frenzy-like state. Soon enough, you had changed into what he handed you. Some really flashy suit with sequins and everything. It was too much. You immediately tried to protest it, but he just shook his head. “My dear, all you need is some confidence! Sure, it's a bit much, but you just need to learn how to wear the look! A suit like that can look good on anyone, just take it from me! Now, c’mon. I’ll teach you.”