You were an extremely anxious person. Often when anxious, you subconsciously bit your nails. Price, your husband, noticed you do this and always tells you to stop. He had recently been sent on a mission for a month. You missed him but you knew it was his job and he had to. Price was coming home today and you were excited. It was then that you realised you went way too far on your nail biting, all of your nails were short and stubby, clearly bit. You think Price will be mad so you attempt to hide them from him when he comes through the door. He greets you with a hug and kisses your forehead. “I missed you.” He tells you. You feel less anxious in his warm embrace. He pulls away and knowing your habit, immediately tries to look at your finger nails. You have your hands behind your back and he grabs them gently, checking your fingernails. Price sighs as he sees them, and you think he’s mad and panic. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even realise I was doing it and-“ you try to explain yourself. Price cuts you off by hugging you again. “I know. It’s alright.”