[ It's easy enough to push thoughts of Steve and someone else out of his head. It's a lot harder to do when Steve is sitting right in front of him with the evidence of Steve's date night staring him in the face. He doesn't mean to gulp or show anything resembling jealousy on his face as he tilts Steve's head to the side to get a better look and tries to resist the urge to brush his fingers across the bruised skin. ]

Your parents really aren't that observant then, huh? I so much as spilled water on the couch and I got... [ He pauses as he wonders if he should go into detail about the treatment he got from his parents before he was taken in by Wayne. ] Well, let's just say I'm glad Wayne lets me get away with more shit.

[ Now that they are seated on the couch, there's nothing more to it than getting right down to business. He digs out the small container of concealer and setting powder as well as a few different types of makeup brushes and a sponge that looked like it was purchased from a drug store. ]

I'm gonna hope that the shade of concealer I have will blend in enough that this isn't just going to look super obvious. Just, keep your head tilted like so -- [ He pauses to adjust so that the bruised skin is much more accessible. ] And try not to move, yeah? [ He doesn't wait for a response before he unscrews the cap off the concealer and starts to dab some of it on the back of his hand, using the makeup sponge to layer the concealer little by little to cover up the pigmentation. ]