"What?" He glanced up from his search, "There's no such thing." He shook his head at her and pulled out a yellow concealer. There was a chair not far from where he was standing. "Sit," he said, pointing to it adamantly, "We're going to try to cover that shit up. At the worst, you have a mild case of pink eye. At the best, You slept on your eye wrong. Okay?" No more wearing sunglasses indoors. That was a terrible idea. He would hate to see that trend started over her black eye.