Love isn't Blind
Alright, this was the room... Yes? Yep. Fingers pressing to the little bumps so that it indicated he was at the right room. Darn bathroom breaks always got him. He could never find his way back as easy as he wanted when he was in middle school. Now, having lived all his life with his blindness, he had gotten the hang of it. Kind of. Stepping into the room, counting each step until he made his way to his seat, listening to the teach give some lecture. Great now he had to catch up. Fishing out his specially made textbook, he ran his fingers over the pages, trying to find where they were so far.
Listening to the professor drone on was a little confusing, so he knew he had to get a little caught up. In the seat next to him would be Marco, as usually, always set up, he placed his hand to the desk and tapped it over to Marco's arm finally, grabbing him and turning to face him. Smiling, "Sorry, but uh.. at the end of the lecture, can you read me the notes I missed?" Bertholdt queried, his lips in a small smile and his hand relaxing from his arm.
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