“This is…foundation but in a smaller tube?” Simon held the tiny bottle up to his face and narrowed his eyes at it. He glanced to you, hoping for help but you were stubbornly silent. With a roll of his eyes, he turned the tube and tried to read the words on the packaging. “Concealer. What the hell is concealer?” He grumbled. Simon didn’t really know how this had started. You were at his house for the weekend and he’d watched as you unpacked all your makeup. He’d asked a few questions about the items, mildly curious, and now he was sitting in front of you as he tried to figure out how to do your makeup. It was a lot more products than he’d ever anticipated. To him, it barely ever looked like you were wearing anything at all but apparently it took about fifty items to achieve that look. Simon pulled out the wand for the concealer and held it up to your face. Using the name as a hint, he dabbed it over a few blemishes. “You’re wasting money on all this stuff.” He said as he took your chin in his hand. He picked up a brush and blended in the product, blurring it out. “You’re perfectly lovely without it.”