"The bookseller, of course." He's finding it easier to recover himself here, now that there's a task to focus on, now that there's a game afoot. This is a role too, isn't it? And a role he can slide into easier, certainly easier than being as fragile as he felt during their conversation.
He brings his bag over to Watson and kneels in front of him, as that angle will be the most useful for the application of the necessary makeup. His mind flashes on other times he's been in this position -- sensual, sexual, and romantic times -- and he firmly ignores them.
"Now then, hold still," he says, and his voice is a bit softer. He wishes he could use a brush, but with this foundation, it's easier to use his hands, and he holds his breath as he touches his fingers to Watson's face for the first time in three years. It's unfortunate that there's makeup in the way, but he tries not to react too much, all the while trying to measure Watson's reaction.
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He brings his bag over to Watson and kneels in front of him, as that angle will be the most useful for the application of the necessary makeup. His mind flashes on other times he's been in this position -- sensual, sexual, and romantic times -- and he firmly ignores them.
"Now then, hold still," he says, and his voice is a bit softer. He wishes he could use a brush, but with this foundation, it's easier to use his hands, and he holds his breath as he touches his fingers to Watson's face for the first time in three years. It's unfortunate that there's makeup in the way, but he tries not to react too much, all the while trying to measure Watson's reaction.