Taron does your eyeliner gently, his other hand behind your neck to hold you still. Your eyes wander elsewhere and his grip ever so slightly, tightens.

"Eyes on me"

His nonchalant tone betrays his actions. He's always a little demanding from you for some reason, adamant on being the one who does your make-up specifically, his reasons unknown to you. The green room is full of murmurs of the staff, everyone absorbed in their own work to notice what's going on with Taron and you.