If Only....

"Alright, love, hold still."

You closed your eyes, bracing yourself. The brush tickled your cheek as whatever product Angus chose coated your skin. Knowing Angus wasn't a makeup expert you wondered if maybe he chose the wrong thing. "What is this?" you asked.

"Ah...." You could picture him inspecting the jar before he answered. "That's for me to know," Angus said, picking up where he left off. 

Normally you'd do your own makeup but ever since breaking your arm last week, it proved to be a bit of a challenge. And Angus wasn't going to let you heal without a little help. He offered to do it for you and with a bit of reluctance, you agreed. Now here you were sitting in his kitchen, your collection of makeup spread out on the counter for Angus to pick and choose as he wished. With your cast arm resting on the counter, you trusted him to do his best. "You really didn't have to do this...."

"It's no trouble," Angus said. He was gentle with the brush and you were enjoying this a little more than you thought. "Keeps me busy, ya' know? Haven't painted anythin' in a while an' it's gettin' to me."

"So you wanted to paint my face?" you asked with a smile.

"Bit of practice, that's all," Angus said, putting the brush down. "An' ya' look like ya' needed some help...what with that arm of yours."

"I can't believe I fell off that ladder," you sighed. "Thankfully I hit my arm instead of my head."

"I heard it was a nasty fall," Angus said, looking over the tubes of lipstick. You finally opened your eyes to see him squinting to see the difference between Rose Red and Rose Pink. He set one down and twisted the other open. "Were you doin' yard work, or...."

"Just spraying a hornets' nest off the house," you sighed and looked at your other arm that wasn't broken. A couple welts were healing nicely from the hornets' revenge. You blamed them entirely for attacking you, making you lose your balance, and falling. Since you gave up for now, leaving the job to professionals, you were positive those little bastards were making themselves at home right now in your kitchen, drinking all your tea. "I really hate hornets."

Angus held your face with one hand while he carefully applied the lipstick with the other. When he wasn't humming to himself, he would stick his tongue between his teeth in concentration. "You're lookin' lovely, Y/N."

"I'll be the judge of that," you said when he finished with the lipstick. Part of you really wanted Angus to do a good job and the other part worried what the end result would be. Not that you wouldn't be appreciative of his efforts all the same. But...how do you break the news to your best friend that his makeup skills are....subpar?

"What do we have here...." Angus held up a small pencil. "Eye liner?"

"Uh...." You hardly trusted yourself with eyeliner and still hadn't gotten the hang of it yet. Might as well make this job a little easier on him. "I really don't need any of that this time, Ang."

"Ya' sure?" he asked, sounding a little hesitant. "I've been drawin' my whole life, ya' know."

"I'm sure," you said and sighed as he set the pencil down. "Just mascara."

"You got it, love. Mascara....mascara...." Angus' hands hovered over the products as if he was casting a spell over them. "Ah, here we are." He removed the cap, revealing another pencil underneath. "No, this is...." Angus looked comically back and forth at the pencil in his hand and the row of pencils on the counter. "How much eye liner do ya' have?"

"This is lip liner," you said, gesturing at the pencil in his hand. "You usually put it on before the lipstick." Angus stared at your already painted lips.