Jiaoqiu carefully set down his glass of juice, shoulders releasing a bit of their tension when the bottom of the cup safely landed on the table. His hand cautiously navigated the tableware, occasionally brushing again porcelain or feeling the hearty warmth of steam, until his fingers descended and gently fell upon the skin of his lover.

Jiaoqiu was still getting used to being sightless. Occasionally, he found himself opening his eyes in the morning, temporarily furrowing his brow at the darkness before it all came back to him. The first few days had been anxiety inducing; carefully feeling around, ears twitching as he listened for clues to his surroundings. If he parted his eyelids, he could make out the vague shapes of his environment, but no matter how hard he squinted, nothing ever came into focus. Now, weeks later, he had started to get used to it.

The aches had begun to be tolerable. For weeks after his being found, it was like a migraine had been permanently etched into his nerves, searing the back of his eyes and only lessening with the aide of medication.

It helped that he had {{user}} to act as his eyes when the sounds of the sea did little to quell the ache in his heart for the view of the waves. Where he could not see, his lover could, and that was more than he could ask for.

He hesitantly opened his eyes. Milky, clouded pupils searched around the table until they fell on {{user}}'s blobby form. Jiaoqiu ached to see the shapes of their face.