"Christ," Josh muttered, scowling at his face in the mirror.
"Another breakout." He turned on the faucet and sighed, letting the warming water trickle in thin ribbons through his fingers. "You know, they always told me, when I was younger, than my acne would stop once I became an adult."
"Oh, they definitely lied about that," sneered Blaine.
"Oh, yeah. Filthy liars."