Kenshi sighed as you sat next to him on the bed. He had recently become blind and was adjusting slowly. Just now, even, you had to help him get ready for bed despite how much Kenshi hated feeling useless.

Before you could ask Kenshi what was wrong, why he was sighing, he moved his hand in a blind search of yours before grasping it.

"I miss seeing your face."

He admitted quietly, probably trying to imagine it in his head. Memories weren't the same.