I won't lie, but I haven't been feeling well these days and I feel like I'm losing touch so sorry for the lack of updates. I don't know when I'll get better but being able to write these two again in a long while felt therapeutic.

The silver streak catches her eyes one time she looks at herself in front of the mirror.

It is an obvious one. The sole white strand contrasting her natural coppery tresses is located near her bangs, making it easier to spot even from a mile away.

Petra raises her brow as she brings up a hand to inspect the hair strand, rolling it gently between her fingers careful not to pull it or break it off.

It's the first, she realizes. Her first gray streak and she is treating with such delicateness she could not quite understand why. Maybe it has something to do with the realization that Petra indeed is getting older these days and that there is nothing she could do but accept it.

Yet, every single time she spends looking at the silver hair strand, she can't help but feel so thankful that she had made it out of the war alive and is now gladly living out her days happily with her husband.

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"Don't you find it weird?"

Levi's voice breaks her out of her stupor and Petra turns her head to look at her husband laying down beside her. There is an all too constant stoic look on his face but Petra knows him enough that it doesn't exactly hold any ire or coldness that new people get when first meeting him.

"Find what weird?" She asks dropping the book she was currently reading and placed it on her lap while inserting a finger so as not to lose the page.

The man sneaks a glance at her, before closing his eyes and letting out a sigh.

"I don't know." He mutters out, draping his arm to cover his eyes.

They haven't really been doing much these days, just relaxing in their home now that both veterans have formally retired and let the officiating rest on the hands of their younger comrades, but both still keep in touch with Eren and the others. Even though Petra does not really involve herself with the military anymore, she can still see the subtle hints of exhaustion from the dark bags Levi sports from the many times he was called for advice. So, she does not really fault her husband for being so out of sorts nowadays.

But still, the grain of worry and concern present in his voice catches her attention enough to drop everything else and just focus on Levi.

"You know you could always talk to me."

He grunts in reply.

Petra chuckles at him, bringing herself to lie down closer to him. Foregoing any subtleness, she places a hand atop his other free one just between them two and rests her face on her other one to watch Levi trying not to squirm under her gaze.

"I'm getting older." He finally says, breaking the silence.

Petra frowns. "And so? I mean, aren't we all?"

Levi scoffs beside her and drops his arm to his side. There is already a scowl set on his mouth and Petra can feel herself getting annoyed.

"That's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?"

Levi releases a sigh, pinches the bridge of his nose and sits up. Curious but still glowering at the display, she follows.

Another minute passes without them speaking, Petra more so than Levi.

"You're graying." He puts it bluntly, glancing at the grey hair.

Petra stares at him for a few seconds, still processing what he said and slowly blinked. That's it? She had thought it was about the age gap that she thought had already been discussed earlier in on their relationship.

Another blink.

"Don't look at me like thavt." Levi exhales deeply, another frown forming on his face. She knows how conscious he gets when other people call him out, albeit it is not obvious.

This is the first time he mentions about the gray strand, though, and she was actually surprised when he mentioned it. It's not like he was mad about it, apparently.

Petra regards him for a few more moments, understanding now where his concerns lie. His still raven hair further proof for his viable concern.

"Aww, Levi.' She coos, pressing against him and her husband welcomes her touch. "it's nothing to be worried about."

Petra nuzzles herself against the crook of Levi's neck and smiles when his arms wound up around her back; Levi embracing his wife.

"I'm not going anywhere."

She whispers, and Levi believes her.