You and John had been dating for quite some time, and you had moved in together about three weeks ago.

Today when you left the kitchen, you passed the bathroom to find him staring at his reflection, running his hands through his hair.

"It's getting pretty grey, isn't it?" he mused, looking over to you.

"Come be a good boy and help me pluck these out, will you?" he requested, stepping to the side to allow you room to stand beside him in the small bathroom.