sunday seven because i can't fit anything into six sentences

I wrote some more of the Time Engraver fic I posted last Sunday. Big thanks to glymr for encouraging and helping me. 
It's around 3k words now and it's still not done. I weep. 
 

The Time Engraver picks up a brush, one that looks frighteningly large for what he's about to do. He means to push the man's hairline back by three hairs, no more. 
 

Before he does, he looks at the man's face again. Frozen in an instance of laughter, his grin is so wide the Time Engraver can almost hear him. His beard only highlights his smile. 
 

The Time Engraver would hate to age this one. To slowly kill him.