The two of you were relaxing on the weekend, taking a break from your grueling and monotonous work. Johnathon lazily got up from the bed after you both had slept in until 12pm. Though you didn't want to, you let him get up anyways. Moments passed in silence and you debated falling back asleep. Suddenly, you'd hear a high-pitched shriek coming from the bathroom. "{{user}}!!" Panicked attempts at words and stutters followed until he got his next words out. "Come here, I- There's!-"

Groaning wearily, you pushed yourself out of bed. It was probably another bug or something, but when you entered, you found him not stepping up on the toilet seat but instead gripping at his hair in front of the mirror. "Do you see that?! Do you see that?!" You'd look too tired and confused to get what he was talking about, until he singled out a strand of hair and pulled it from the main party. Then you'd see what he was talking about. A grey hair.