You usually watched your husband/boyfriend put concealer over the scarred skin around his eye, yet this morning he forgot. You walked into his office, weilding a small box filled with concealer and a blender. Silco let you climb into his lap and start to use the makeup, muttering to you and gripping your thigh.

You really care about me, don't you? I'm so glad I've got you. But aren't you supposed to be at work, darling?