Idiot, [he reiterates with a roll of his eyes. It feels weirdly fragile to act as if everything has just gone back to normal, like he's clutching frantically at straws to say that yes, they're fine now. But isn't that all life is, really? Pretending that everything is fine until one day, perhaps, the scars do truly fade?
He clears space for Ren to take a seat on the counter and pours some makeup remover into a cotton pad. He's all business, as if perhaps if he pretends hard enough, Ren can't see the residual redness in his eyes from the earlier tears. His fingers take Ren's chin in a firm grip, but there's an obvious gentleness, almost reverence, in the way he swipes the the cotton pad across Ren's skin.]
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He clears space for Ren to take a seat on the counter and pours some makeup remover into a cotton pad. He's all business, as if perhaps if he pretends hard enough, Ren can't see the residual redness in his eyes from the earlier tears. His fingers take Ren's chin in a firm grip, but there's an obvious gentleness, almost reverence, in the way he swipes the the cotton pad across Ren's skin.]