"Do you like what you see in the mirror?" someone long ago had asked him. For a long, long time he didn't understand what they had meant; what else was there in a mirror but ones own reflection? Did he like his reflection? Sure, he supposed it was nice. The world moved on around him and the question lay forgotten.
He changed, and grew.
Teenage years brought him reluctant friendships, and even more reluctantly- love. Years passed and adulthood saw him through hard years; letting him feel both the worst and best he had ever felt. He looked in the mirror again one day, and found he finally had an answer to that old question.
He didn't really care what else he saw in the mirror, as long as he saw Naruto beside him.