( She so nearly uses that moment of distraction, that second where his grip on her hand changes just a little, to flip them both over, but the words come too quickly and Kate pauses. That could really happen. It still makes no sense, it isn't normal as far as she's aware - but then, his blindness could hardly be called normal in the first place - but it seems to be happening. The world will once again be more than a whir of sounds and presences for him, and the feeling which swells in her chest is better expressed by kissing him once more than smiling.
The world is once again filled with brightness, with reasons to hope and the return of something like peace, where hunting and fighting can be an option once more.
The world is better like this. She is better like this, with reasons to get up in the morning other than grim determination and habit, and gods above she thanks whatever temporary insanity made him decide to stay the day they first met.
This world wouldn't seem nearly as bright without him, whether his presence is a phone call or physical and warm, it's become as necessary as water, comforting as an extra cheesy pizza. )
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