"I pulled it out," he confesses, and he sounds a little embarrassed by his own vanity. "Sure, I can live in this- miserable world where we're for some reason the- last bastion against the supernatural evil changing the world, but I'm not ready for gray hair."

Reluctantly, though, he climbs out of bed to get up and follow him.

"And yeah, um, I can go with you. I was sort of wondering how you'd feel about me bringing... more of my stuff?"