Will studied his face in the mirror. He wasn't aging badly and had definitely seen worse. Plus, it wasn't as if men weren't given a free pass when it came to getting older. At least he didn't have grey hair. What would he do the day it started coming in? Could he pull off distinguished? Maybe. If not, there was always the option of touching up. Taking a step back, he looked at his body. That was always going to look good. If the face ever let him down, Orlando could always make him put a bag over his head.