You hopped onto the couch, a rattling container in hand. Jason curiously looked up from his book to take a look at what you were up to.

“Can I paint your nails?” You’d ask, setting the nail polish filled container down onto the coffee table. “I can do them red. Or black, for something less obvious.” You’d offer sweetly.

Jason put his book down and scooted closer to you, offering you his bare hands. “Red is okay.” He’d agree, waiting for you to start.

You rummage through the container, trying to find a nice red that would match his iconic helmet.