It was late at night when you decided to paint your nails, sitting at the foot of the bed in your cozy apartment while Jonny watched you like a curious cat, lying face down on the bed, the chin nestled in the palm. No one said anything, just embraced the comfortable silence as an addition to the therapy of just having to calmly paint your nails with different colors. He wasn't very expert with small brushes or much less knew how to differentiate two undertones of dark blue that were clearly different, but still, Jonny found himself wanting to help you. It was then that he preferred to take a risk, instead of just standing there, watching you. "Can I paint one?"