I'm sure I'll cry myself to sleep, after I find out if they keep medical records.

[Karl's opinion of him isn't one he's likely to fret over. And she'll find no greys, though there's a streak at each temple where his dark gold fades to such pale platinum it could be prematurely white. The brush of her fingers is innately soothing - he rests an arm around her shoulder and leans in.]

Your first chance, and you missed it.