#orangehook

Orange found him on accident. All he did was enter the wrong room. He almost stepped out, but he saw the backpack on the table, and when he looked he found Hook sitting against the wall, eyes closed.

Orange nudged him with his foot. “Hey.”

Hook kept his eyes closed, but swallowed. “Hey.”

“You okay?”

Hook sighed, brought his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them. “No.”

Orange sat down next to him. He didn’t say anything. Just waited.

Finally, Hook cracked. “I still can’t see right,” he admitted. “Everything’s blurry in one eye.”

“And you don’t want to tell people,” Orange guessed.

It was a correct guess, because Hook finally opened his eyes. They don’t look any different, but Hook was squinting, which told Orange enough.

“I couldn’t even read a fucking menu earlier,” Hook groaned. “I just told the lady to give me what Action ordered, and it was so bad I wanted to punch him for ordering a shitty meal for himself.”

Orange nodded. “You need someone to be your eyes?”

Hook squinted even more, somehow. “Are you offering?”

Orange shrugged. “Only if you want it to be an offering.”