But Owen had other ways of expressing nerves. Little ways of destroying himself to ease the anxiety. Biting the inside of his cheek. Chewing his lip. Digging his nails into his palms, should he have nails that weren’t yet bitten down below the tips of his fingers. Plucking hairs from places when people weren’t looking, like an eyebrow, or the top of his arm, even from inside his nose. Picking scabs, if he had any. Picking skin. Scraping the cap off a blackhead.
Omg he just like me for real. Bonafide skin picker here
