#mal.jonathan

"...my eye never actually worked." "What?" "After I got uh..." he gestures lazily with a hand, leaving the other in yours; "blinded, I guess, I couldn't really see out of it at all. Kept trying though." "Why..??" "..." "Jon- you don't need to answer just... you could have mentioned it before now." "...yeah. I probably should have." ... "...it was a denial thing I think." "You think so?" "I mean... I know so, just... y'know, being vague about it... makes it a little easier." "M'kay... a 'denial thing' in what way?" "I uh... I mean you saw how uh... not... great I was doing after." "Yeah." "It was kind of related to that, I think. Lots of stuff went... pretty awfully in a... relatively short amount of time, I guess, and losing half of one of my senses on top of the rest of it was kind of... a line I didn't really want to acknowledge, maybe. Though I guess it was kind of pointless. Stupid." ... ... "And you say therapy wouldn't work for you, look at all that self-reflection." "Shuuut up." He flicks your forehead and you stick your tongue out at him. He still has your nail polish on. You're wearing one of his hoodies. It's nice.