Despite his lack of hair and his occupation one of Rorke's favourite activities was taking care of your hair. Not that he'd admit that, outwardly he treated it like a hassle. Still, you always manged to sneak in a tease about how he should've been a stylist.

Once again he sat you down infront of the mirror and was trimming your hair that had become slightly overgrown while he was away. You could see his small smile as he worked through it and in turn it made you grin.

Noticing your smile Rorke leaned down and pressed a kiss to your hair. "Darlin, you need to take better care of your hair while I'm away." It was a criticism but one spoken softly and without malice.