“Careful,” Will hummed softly as you did his stage makeup. “Don’t poke my eye out please,” he added on as he looked up, feeling you use the eye pencil to do below his eyes.

Once you were done he turned to look at himself in the mirror. “Good. Time for the lips,” he said, reaching over to grab both the squeeze bottle of fake blood and the lipstick he used for his lips, then handed them to you.

“Feel free to make a mess on me,” he said with his signature smirk.