"Al, babe," Logan called from the bathroom. "Can you help me?" Alex was intrigued. Logan hated asking for help. She made sure the stove she was using was turned off for fear of burning their dinner and made her way into the en-suite.

"What's up?" she asked noncommittal as she walked in. Logan was holding a bottle with a thick black paste-like liquid contained within the translucent plastic. He was wearing an old t-shirt that Alex had forgotten he owned and was swivelling on their desk chair.

Logan stopped the chair from spinning by holding the sink and used his feet to turn and face Alex. "I'm dying." he stated. Alex looked at him confused. He rephrased his statement. "I'm dying my hair and I would like your help."

Alex nodded, understanding and turned the chair around so that they were both facing the mirror. "What colour?" she asked, propping her chin on his head and letting gravity move her hands to his chest in an awkward hug.

"Black." he held up the bottle of hair dye for her to see and she nodded awkwardly with her chin still in his hair.

Alex ran her fingers through his short hair and met his eyes - well, the reflection of his eyes. "Why?" she asked, moving from her position and massaging his shoulders. His eyelids fluttered closed.

He sighed at her touch, "I'm getting greys." he opened his eyes to see her. "I look old." He touched the grey area of hair.

Alex smirked, "I made that." she ran his grey hair through her fingers and he laughed at that, telling her that she was right and life with her was stressful.

She looked taken aback and he told her he meant that the hiding from paparazzi and restraining from kissing her in their presence was a very taxing life choice. "One that I will never regret." he finished and kissed her cheek.

Alex blushed and rolled her eyes at him, "But I love your greys. I feel like I'm not the older one and -" she cut herself off and his eyebrows almost reached his hairline and blood rushing to his cheeks. "I'm not dying your hair."

Logan looked at her, pleading. "I'm going to do it anyway." he bribed in a singsong voice. "Please help me. I'll love you forever." he used a somewhat childish ploy to blackmail her.

"And why would I want that?" Alex asked but gave in anyway. She changed into one of his old shirts and put on the gloves that the instructions insisted on wearing.

Massaging the black-brown paste into his hair, no words interrupted the calming silence that washed over the couple. Logan lolled his head back and let the feeling of her nails against his scalp take over.

"Oh God I love you." he mumbled.

Alex chuckled, "My name is Alex or whatever variation of that you would prefer, I gave up the name 'God' a while ago. I found it a bit formal." Logan snorted his disbelief.