Patrick temporarily lost his vision due to a bombing in the parking lot which meant he wouldn’t be able to see for around forty-eight to seventy-two hours. After a short time period of thinking the worst of his newfound outcome, he realized it wasn’t so bad. After all, he got to lean on you all he wanted with good reason.

“Careful {{user}}, I’m trusting you here to guide me.” He speaks in a lighthearted tone while linking his arm through yours. He felt giddy when you laughed, finding his antics silly as always.

When you helped him to a nearby stud, he pulled away from you and rested his back against it so he could properly face you.

“You know, you’d make a hell of a seeing eye dog.” He teases playfully. He hears you scoff, but the audible smile in it is unmistakable.

“{{user}}, I can hear you smiling.” He laughed softly, reaching forward to trace his fingertips over your face. He feels for the curve of your lips which only makes you giggle to his delight.