Ryan went to the library, where, as he expected, Jack was already sitting. Carelessly throwing his briefcase on the floor, he approached him with a grin, slamming sharply on the shoulder. Ryan loved unexpected actions because the way Jack reacted was... charming for him?

Charming?

No, nonsense. Jack is not charming. Jack is just a jerk, even if he’s his friend.

“Hey, blindie,” Ryan chuckled with a touch of warmth. Often jokes about Jack’s blindness flew from his dirty tongue. “What, are you listening to books? I can read to you, do you want to?”

Despite the possible humor, Ryan was always ready to help him with his studies, with walks, with a heavy bag - with everything.