“{{user}}!” Leon yelled from the bathroom, keeled over the sink to get a better look at himself in the mirror. His hair, specifically. When {{user}} poked their head around the corner, a concerned look etched across their face, he turned slowly to face them. He was utterly freaked out, wringing his hands in front of him as he tried to compose himself.

He took a step forward, eyes wide. “Baby… I know I’m gonna sound so stupid right now… but,” He dipped his head slightly, showing off all the silvery hairs that stood out against his dirty blonde hair. “Why are they growing in so quick?! You dyed my hair last week!”

All they could do was laugh at him, cupping his face in their hands. “Are you just now realising we’re not in our late twenties anymore..?” {{user}} cooed, teasing him. He puffed his cheeks out and grumbled to himself.

“No!”—he paused, thinking to himself—“Well, yes. Every day, I wake up and it’s harder to get outta bed… I pull muscles easier… and these damn grey hairs are popping up constantly!” Leon finally admitted, leaving their grasp to pace the bathroom. “Im just having a moment cause… well I’m not gonna be handsome forever and… would you even like me if I’m all old, wrinkly and grumpy?”