I like this one. Yeah.
When he is tired and sitting beside you, you look at his face, pretending you've never seen it before. There are lines etched there, but also an absent smile as his fingers shiver down your arm. You look at him and try to see something besides what's in front of you, but either you are very bad at looking or he is simply what he is.
The next one has not been written. I'll be working on that.