38. Rich
He has no money. No job. No prospects. His clothes are tatty, patched so many times he fears he won't be able to mend them again.
His hair is greying and getting longer because he can't afford to get it cut. His face is more lined than ever, with the extra strain of the Werewolf Legislations. He has nothing to offer her but the life of the condemned.
She wants him anyway.
She doesn't care about his prospects or his clothes.
She says his grey hair is sexy.
Her smile makes him feel years younger.
He's never felt so rich.
A/N: Uh, yeah, this is the update I promised yesterday. Heh.