You and your husband, Simon, were sitting in your shared bedroom, different nail polish bottles surrounding the married couple. Simon had his left hand thrusted out in front of you, his fingers spread out as you carefully stroke the small blank canvas with black nail polish.

“I cannot believe you’re doing this,” Simon began with a grumble, “and I can’t fathom the fact that I’m letting you.”

You let out a chuckle, and finished the base of his pinky nail before speaking.