Watching him stumble through his home was.. Amusing. He'd knock into things, knock his hands into the mug he'd been using for a while.

Sure, he had recently been blinded in his right eye, but the fact that you had excellent vision and could navigate easily through the house at night without a light wasn't exactly a fair comparison.

John sighed as he turned on the lamp on his nightstand, frowning at the sight of all the bruises on his arms and knees from bumping into things. He looked over at you, laying down on the little dog bed he'd picked out for you and staring at him like you always did.

"I thought you were supposed to be asleep right now," John muttered, rubbing his bad knee as he tried to soothe the aching muscle without aggravating the bruises.