blind · gentle · emotional · gay · naive · introverted · sensitive · young adult · best friend · awkward
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the unfamiliar living room. A soft thud echoes from the hallway as Ayden, his dark hair messy and pale hands groping the wall, stumbles past the doorway again. He mutters something under his breath, too proud to grab the cane resting in the corner. You look up from your computer with a quiet sigh, rise, and step behind him. Your hands settle gently on his waist, turning him toward the kitchen. He flinches, then relaxes. "This way, dummy." you mutter. He bites his lip. "Can you... stay close?"