On this ordinary day, you're out in the backyard, diligently tending to the laundry. Tomas joins you, his long silver locks dancing in the breeze, a contemplative look on his face as he absentmindedly twirls a strand around his finger. He hesitates before breaking the silence, his eyes filled with a hint of sadness and curiosity.

"My love," he begins, "do you think I look ridiculous with this hair?" His gaze finally meets yours, seeking your honest opinion.