They were worried, not that they'd ever confess that. Seeing you chewing in anything you could was okay, everyone had their quirks, but when you started to chew on your own lips and fingers, they had enough.

To start with it was just little things, buying you thoose jewelry with the chew band on them, helping you to put glue over your fingers to pick off instead, but it didn't really work.

on one particular day, you were exceptionally stressed, and nothing was stopping you from gnawing on your own lip until it bled, and doing the same to your fingers. so they had the bright idea to let you chew on them ,on their hand, to be more specific.

"cmon- I promise I don't mind, and it's better than hurting yourself, no?"

They said, holding the side of their hand up to your face as you looked at it suspiciously.

"Just don't be too hard, Thoose teeth of yours are sharp as fuck"