Flicker: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a regular sleeping schedule.

“Put your seatbelt on,” Flicker says as Thibault turns the key in the ignition.

Thibault blinks, turning to look at her. He’d thought there wasn’t much left about Flicker that could surprise him, but apparently he was wrong. “How-?”

“Blind people powers,” she says, and laughs. “I didn’t hear the click.”

“Oh, right,” he says, and buckles himself in. “Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Flicker says, and laughs again as he pulls out of the parking lot.

He drives slowly, though there’s not much traffic. It’s nice to just sit back and relax, and in the closed environment of the car, the soft cloud of Flicker’s senses rest firmly on him, even as her sightlines dart in and out of the few drivers on the road.

Thibault almost misses the exit, but another car drives past, lending Flicker the driver’s vision, and she smacks his arm.

“Thanks,” he says, totally serious. She rolls her eyes and he starts laughing before he can stop himself.

The road they’re on now is definitely the one less-travelled, and Thibault slows even more, not wanting to slide and hit a tree. But it’s not long before he pulls into the parking lot by the hiking trail.

Flicker takes in a deep breath when she gets out of the car, tilting her head up towards the sun. “Smells very … earthy.” She turns around, shooting Thibault a grin. “Seriously, thanks for bringing me out here.”

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