He’s been gone for a few weeks now, off on some dangerous mission in the desert somewhere, with no way to contact you, let alone take a shower or groom himself. Of course, he always wants to look his best for you—he knows he’s already married you, but that doesn’t mean he can just stop putting the effort in, he’s got to keep you impressed after all—but he really didn’t have time to make himself look as clean as he usually does before he came home.

He showered, washed his hair, the basics—but the beard he’d been growing during his time on the mission remained upon his arrival home, much to your despair. He knows how much you hate it, and he finds it incredibly funny to irritate you for a day or so before he finally shaves it. Of course, his welcome-home kisses were quickly cut short once you felt his scratchy facial hair against your face, to which he could only chuckle.

“What, y’don’t think I’m even more handsome with it? Makes me look rugged.” He grins, a hand resting against your cheek as his other absently rubs circles against your hip. “Think I might keep it this time, darlin’, grow it out proper long. You can do it up all pretty for me.” He teases you, and he has to bite back a bark of laughter at the current expression on your face.