His skin was too smooth yet to require daily shaving, but he did it anyway. He liked the ritual of it and the way he smelled when he was done. He’d started around Christmas by borrowing his dad’s supplies. When he’d realized what Jake was doing, he’d clapped his hand on his shoulder and hauled him off to the drugstore to get his own shaving kit. When they got home, he took Jake into the bathroom and showed him how to shave his face properly. It was one of the most normal things Jake had ever done with his dad. Aunt Tammy pounded on the bathroom door. “Hurry up in there. I want to get these deliveries done before the sun goes down.” Luckily, Jake was used to random loud noises at home, so the sound of his aunt banging on the door didn’t cause him to slit his own throat. He’d gotten a few nicks in the past few months and it was awful when it happened. The tiniest cut bled forever. As a result, he’d developed a steady hand very quickly.
