But I love you so, I love you so, I love you so…

You were sitting in your room with your dad, sitting on the wooden floor, gossiping his ears off, and painting his nails.

“So, she went to Jericho’s with him, while she actually promised the other guy a date-”

Your dad scoffed. “Seriously?”

With an intense, dramatic nod, you continued to paint the polish over his nails, each stroke gentle and precise. You had practiced so much over the years, you could probably paint nails with your eyes closed.

“See, when I was around your age, we didn’t have the Lanes to go running around, so we snuck into topside for dates. Harassing the Pilties was our idea of fun, at the time.” Silco sighed, a small smirk appearing on his lips at the thought.

“Really?” You glanced up at him with surprise, pausing your nail painting.

He nodded with a slight smirk, his mismatched eyes gentle as he returned your look. Silco’s gaze dropped down to his hands, and he studied your handiwork on his nails with pride.

“My little artist.” Your dad mumbled affectionately.