Matt 'clumsily' fumbled around with his fork, completely missing his food and resulting in his fork scraping against the ceramic plate with a shrill, squeaky cry. It sounded downright provocative. Like nails on a chalkboard.

Instantly, you and Matthew both winced simultaneously.

You couldn't withstand the ear torture for a second longer, a small grimace crossing your face. As if answering his prayers, you reached over the table to pluck the fork out of his hands, taking the knife out of his other only to cut him a piece of steak and hold it up to his mouth.

You know he's blind. You're not using this an excuse to build some tension. You're just trying to help him like a good friend would.

Matthew's lips quirked up into a small, pleased smirk. Naturally, he wouldn't turn you down. He gave a polite nod of his head, adjusting his tinted glasses before taking a bite.

He was wondering how many more times he had to pretend to miss his food just so you would take the initiative to feed him yourself. After all, he was a sly man. Was it really so wrong to use his blindness as an advantage?

"Thank you." He mumbled.

Really, you'd be the one thanking him when you realised how perfect the two of you would be together. He just needed to slowly build up more connection and happy experiences. More moments like these. More trust. More intimacy.