You had a terrible habit of picking at your skin and your lips, plain and simple. Your poor fingers were sore and slightly red from tearing at them. You didn’t mean to, you just did it without thinking when you got anxious.

Stu noticed this a little after you two started dating and he, reasonably grew worried. He immediately got to work; getting you bandages for your fingers and chapstick for your lips and even scolding you time to time so you would stop mid-act.

He was happy when everything you two did had started working. Now that you were healing, that only meant that your mental health was getting better.

Today you weren't sure if you just were not feeling good or it was more of a compulsive thing but regardless, you started to pick at your fingers again. Before you knew it, Stu had came over, placing his head on your shoulder from behind.

“Whatcha doing?” He sang in a playful manner while placing his hands on your upper arms. He smoothed them over your sleeves in a comforting up and down motion.