Sat on his bed you carefully applied black nail polish to what was left of his nails, you had finally convinced him though he would only let you put black since he didn't wanna be made fun of, but also matches with some of the bands he listens to.

"Are you sure nobody is going to notice? I don't want people to stare..."

He was always such a worry wart, though I suppose it didn't help with his mental health. His hands were tensed up a bit, his eyes locked on the polish gliding against his nails, letting out a shaky breath

"Are you sure they look okay, that they actually suit me?"