"What does that mean, not the proper way?" Adam set aside his book, crossing his legs and relaxing, losing his defensiveness now that Alec was here and they weren't fighting. He rubbed his thumb over his other thumbnail, looking over his blunt nails. If it was Izzy offering, he would be more likely to turn it down thinking that his nails weren't nice enough to paint, but he didn't think Alec would judge him for them. "I've never had my nails painted before."

It was soothing to have Alec back and not as defensive, and Adam was wary of saying anything that would drive him away again. He rested his hands on the bed in front of himself, spreading his fingers a little to offer them.