"What's this?" It was light, and spiky, and shaped rather like a half-dish.
"It's your mask!"
"I'm not sure I'll be able to see through these holes." Nevertheless, he put the mask on and his vision seemed to open up in front of him, to sharpen and deepen.
She gathered cream makeup in white and grey, and started to cover the lower half of his face with it. A thick stripe vertically across his lips which had the sweet, numbing tang of aloe to it. When she was done, greasy fingertips still resting against his chin, she looked at him and said "I miss you."
He wanted to ask what she meant, but in the moment she looked so sad that he couldn't say a thing, only lean forward to kiss her swiftly, on the lips.
"Nerves", he said, as if that were a sensible explanation. Then, only thinking of a better one after the fact, he added it in hopes that she wouldn't notice. "For luck."
"For luck" she nodded. (And it seemed her sorrow had been scared off… so at whatever cost to his pride, he deemed the act worth it.) She wiped the grey on her fingers and lips onto a towel stained already with red and orange and green.