It really is time-consuming business, he’s discovering, and he has all the more respect for the level of commitment the women who do apply make-up have for this ritual. He keeps his eyes closed, eyes moving slightly under the lids, lashes stirring as she powders away at his face and more gingerly than he expects.

"Orange, I guess." Not even his favourite colour will be able to save him; there's no such thing as coming away from this looking anything but ridiculous, he's sure. But he's far from the only one and maybe in time - when Clementine and Beth were back and safe, or safer than they were out there - he'd laugh at the lengths he'd go for them.