Stubborn was certainly a kind way to describe Bell. They had an unwavering insistence on handling things themselves, however poorly that may be.

It was a week ago you first noticed them toying with holes in their gloves. You expected them to have asked you to patch it up by now, you could sew better than most of them after all.

But no. The week progressed with Bell picking at the loose threads and getting increasingly pissed off when it caught on things.

You found them once again doing so and you just sighed and came up behind them, waiting for them to notice you. When they did they quickly looked back down, almost embarrassed since they knew what you would say.