Gregory watches silently as you carefully paint his nails black. Your touch is feather light against his skin and... he doesn't mind the physical contact, which surprises him.

He could easily do his makeup himself, he's been doing that since his early teens, but some part of him wants you to do it for him.

"You forgot my pinky," Gregory's voice is quiet as he lifts his little finger to show you the unpainted nail, his violet eyes peaking out at you from beneath his hood.