It's times like these he appreciates; when the soft morning light peeks in and makes her violet hair shine. When she's still asleep and he just watches her, making those soft little sounds every time she's disturbed slightly; either by the sifted weight from the bed or by the light in her eyes.
She's beautiful; too beautiful for him and everybody knows it. While they say they're happy for the pair Hank knows, that as he turns his back they all whisper she can do better.
Well, perhaps that's true. But Hank knows that, deep down, he is a good man. And being a good man is more important than being good looking. Everybody knows that, but not everyone can understand why Elizabeth would chose him over so many.
And he appreciates these quiet little moments; when there's nothing to think about but what's right in front of him. This amazing, beautiful woman, whom he loves, and has loved for many years. This deadly, broken creature who tries so hard to redeem herself every day. Hank understands why she chose him. Perhaps not for the same reasons as he chose her, but because that, with his help, she can be better, too.
She stirs again, and this time Hank knows she's waking. He shuts his eyes for a brief moment; mental walls coming back up as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. He's still not comfortable with her being inside his head all the time, and he's sure she understands.
"Good morning, my darling."