xmanwithaplan:

He tries thinking of a subtle way of telling him that there’s
      syrup on his face, but there’s so much of it that it would be
      kinda ridiculous to subtly tell him. “You made a mess,” he 
      murmurs, holding back a chuckle as he gets up and grabs
      a washcloth off the counter and gets it wet. He squeezes 
      most of the water out of it and then tosses it to Jack.

Humiliation dots his expression and he grumbles to himself,
      shrugging once. “I know. Half the fun of candy apples is making
      a mess of yourself.” Jack takes the rag and cleans his face off,
      the only red remaining being his blushing cheeks. “Thanks”