Rorke was older to say the least. He was in his fifties despite his military career and he looked it. That was in contrast to you, young and unmarred by war. It didn't matter much though, you were an adult and had made your choice.

On occasion you'd get an odd glance or two, people asking if he was your dad etc. If Rorke was bothered by it he didn't show it, at least not to you. But, internally, the feeling he was too old for you kept creeping up.

You were talking to him about nothing as you lay on the couch. He'd kiss you as you spoke but gave no input until he murmured, voice quieter than usual. "Ever feel like I'm too old for you?"