He was graying at his temples. He told her that he hated it. It made him look old he said. She couldn't get enough though. She loved looking at him and seeing the traces of silver. When he was asleep at her bedside she would run her fingers through it. It never failed to put a smile on her face.
Here he was again at her bedside. Sometimes she wondered if he ever went home. She could only imagine the stress she was putting on him by lying in this bed. She felt a little bad. Sometimes as she lay there the thought came across her mind that she was mostly likely the reason for those gray hairs. She was quite the handful with the dying, working with terrorists, and forcing him to watch her run head first into a reaper she couldn't see any other reason for his graying.
Running her fingers through his hair woke him up. "Good afternoon."
He stretched, "I didn't mean to fall asleep. Sorry about that."
"Don't apologize. I was just admiring a silver fox as he slept."