He sat on a high chair before a mirror. He was still as you dabbled a sponge onto his face. His hands intertwined between his knees and watched himself in the mirror. He examined how the process was going with the makeup. His gazes turned to you on the mirror.

His eyes raking over your shiny hair. “How long is this going to take?” He smiled softly. He adjusted himself in his chair, maintaining still. His eyes were watching the makeup being applied onto his skin with a sort of intent. You were skilled at this, he noticed— Well, he’s always known. But now that’s he’s paying attention, he admires the small details you take time on.