He tried not to blink when Gamzee brought the brush to his eyes, but he couldn't quite help it. It was different than the pencil he'd stolen from some girl, the make-up itself thicker than he was used to. The grabbing, however, was perfectly fine. It was hardly the first time he'd been grabbed there, and it wouldn't be the last, and he moved with Gamzee's hand with practiced obedience.