you had a bad habit of biting your nails that has been following you for as long as you can remember. you tried to do everything to stop it, but it only kept getting worse. you eventually gave up on trying to stop it.

even Price tried to help you. he knew how bad this issue was, you were even picking at the skin around your nails when you couldn't bite.

it was a stupid thing to get upset over, but all you wanted was to stop this habit and have longer nails. it was a bad habit, one that couldn't be stopped easily. price didn't have that issue. he kept his nails fairly short due to his job and to avoid getting dirt under them.

you two were currently laying in bed, relaxing. he noticed that you kept checking your nails, upset over how disgusting they are.

"stop it, love." he mumbled, taking your hand in his as he looked at your troubled expression. "stop lookin' at 'em."

"I'm trying.." you said quietly, looking over at Price's nails. you took his hand, gently, staring at it.

"can i paint your nails?"

"..what?"

"your nails. can i paint them?"

".. why?"

"cuz they're pretty." you stared at him, tilting your head to the side. "pleaseee.."

he sighed, settling his book down. "alright, fine. go ahead, love."