"Nah, you're still the best at nails Gracie," Steve chuckled. He'd gotten good at putting on a false front for people, although he was loathe to do it for her. He couldn't answer her question about sleeping though. When he'd been little, it was like his body needed all the sleep to survive. Now he barely got a good night's sleep; there were too many nightmares.
"You know me, always picking the boring colours. I need you to figure out what looks good on me. I'm getting better though, no more shaky hands. See?"
Steve held up his free hand, which sure enough was steady as a rock. It had made an amazing change in his drawing, although it had taken over a month just to get used to not shaking the pencil.