A/N: Based on a one-word prompt from alyssagisme on Tumblr: Sensitive
The loud sigh coming from the bathroom caught Michonne's attention when she stepped into the bedroom that she and Rick shared. She was not aware that anyone was home, so when she heard Rick, she decided to peer around the doorway. He stood staring into the mirror and shifting his hair on top of his head; he was so focused that he had not heard her enter.
"Everything okay?" Michonne asked as she took in Rick's appearance; he had his towel wrapped around the lower part of his body, and that was all he was wearing. Small drops of water peppered his skin; his brow was furrowed and his expression serious.
"Yeah," said Rick quietly as he glanced at her; he sounded deflated, she noted.
"Rick," she said. "Come on, you can tell me anything. What's wrong?"
He sighed once more, never surprised at how well she knew him; he scratched his tidy beard.
"It's nothin'," he lied.
"It's something," she countered, stepping closer to him; making him feel more comfortable to speak about what was bothering him.
"Just somethin' Carl mentioned before," Rick proffered.
"Tell me," she urged, placing her hand on his bare shoulder; he sighed once more as her thumb traced invisible circles.
"He, ah, pointed out that my hair was thinning in the front," Rick admitted, averting his eyes; Michonne looked at his hair.
"And you're a little sensitive about it?" she asked, hiding her smile; he was utterly adorable.
Rick nodded, "Yeah. It's silly, I know. But I guess I am feelin' sensitive."
"Well," said Michonne as moved closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek before stroking his curls. "I still love your hair."
She kissed his shoulder.
"I still love everything about you," she offered as she wrapped her arm around him and rested her head against his.
"And I still love you."