It was official. Alec was getting older. His eyes weren't what they used to be. He'd had himself examined for the first time in forever (you'd made him go), and he was officially under his doctor's orders to wear eyeglasses for reading, paperwork, and electronic usage.

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It was a load of bollocks. He grumbled all the way back to work, and when the day was finished, he grumbled all the way back home to you. Not just about the glasses, of course, but there was a lot of 'bloody' this, and 'bloody' that.

When dinner rolled around, you'd had quite enough of President Pouty. Once he was settled, you fixed Alec with a glare that said 'Don't move, bucko.'

"Alright, love. What's wrong? You look like someone stole your doughnut."

He only scowled at that. Cop and doughnut jokes? That was a new low. Alec sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Love... d'you think I look... old? The, ah, doctor told me that I have to start wearin' glasses for reading an' paperwork an' all that. I suppose it doesn't exactly thrill me..."