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We have the Iceberg!
The crash down by the stairs had him out of his room, blinking in the late night gloom for the source. The sound of someone swearing, a familiar voice but rarely heard words, had him both relax, this wasn't some sort of break in attempt, and tense in worry. Well, he wouldn't need that bat then.
"If you're so clumsy that you can't walk in a straight line without tripping over your own feet, please do not attempt the stairs unless someone's there to help." He complained lightly, heading down them carefully, not wanting to step, or land on the fallen man as he skipped steps in his haste to make sure he wasn't too badly injured by the fall.
"Shut up." Was the grumbled reply, as the ghostlike man searched for the railing and started to pull himself up from the sprawl.
"No no no, falling once a night is enough for you. Stay put." Because he wasn't going to listen to that, Jason pushed down on thin shoulders and sat on the step level with him. The pale man stayed put with a barely visible wince, forced to accept the aid.
"I am fine." As stiff sounding as ever, but the biology teacher knew now that it was just how the other talked. A bit of prickly to keep people from getting too close, while an unwavering smile kept people guessing for him.
"Oh, yes, completely fine." Jason agreed, sarcastic. The trouble with teasing a man who couldn't see, expressions were meaningless. Of course, that was also a plus side. "That is why you tripped going up the stairs." He found the light switch and shut his eyes before turning the light for the staircase on. Maeryn didn't react to the light, but the teacher could now see the starting of bruising to his otherwise uncolored skin. "Did you miss me so much that you had to come up in the middle of the night?"
"You moved the book I was reading." Ah, yes, no use for natural day and night rhythms when one didn't have a job, and couldn't see the sun. A blind man didn't need light to read, after all.
"I must have forgotten there are two libraries." Which was a little absurd, but it made these problematic trips up the stairs less frequent. Jason reached over and thumbed up both eyelids, getting a good look at unfocused, blood red eyes beneath in the light before Maeryn twitched back, his eyes closing again.
"What was that for?" the pale man demands. Jason wasn't quite sure how one would tell the difference between someone who was blind, and someone who had a concussion, given that the man's pupils wouldn't dilate oddly in any sort of light...
"You're going to get a black eye." He pointed out, poking the forming bruise. The blind man twitched back, and thunked his head against the wall.
A heavy exhale was his indication that that had hurt, as far as Jason understood him. And given that he'd been living in the blind man's house for over a year, he was fairly confident that he understood that noise.
"All right, let's get you off to bed. Before you decide to walk into walls as well as trip up stairs." Jason didn't know how many he'd fallen down, after all, and while Maeryn's hand reached up to the railing to pull himself up, the other teacher pulled him up from under the arms.
"I do not require aid." The white haired man grumbles, even as one hand grabs onto Jason's arm once he is on his feet for balance.
"Of course you don't require it, you could make it back to your room on your own." Jason kept a careful watch on how his blind housemate wobbled a little when he walked him back to his room. "You just might take another hour or so, and walk into a wall, once or thrice. Or arrived with less dignity, on your hands and knees."
"I had thought you would not be the mother hen sort when I offered you the upstairs of the house." Maeryn grumbled, and the rust-haired teacher tugged the blind man away from the wall of the hall. The white haired's elbow clipped the wall, and with a wince, he corrected his path in the hall, avoiding anything else that might trip him up, but still keeping his grip on Jason's arm. "... Did you think on what I had asked?" Yes. After bandaging the man's cut fingers, he had managed to notice the first cut, but not the others.
"Hmm.. You are aware that you don't need to cook, aren't you? I doubt your poor fingers will thank you for these continued attempts." Just what could a blind man do at a school? Maeryn had made history his focus, perhaps something with that would work.
"... Avoiding the question." The unbandaged hand knocked slightly into Jason's shoulder.
"I would need to talk to the school. Perhaps if you altered curriculum so that you didn't have to assign written homework, things would be eased."
Steps
The crash down by the stairs had him out of his room, blinking in the late night gloom for the source. The sound of someone swearing, a familiar voice but rarely heard words, had him both relax, this wasn't some sort of break in attempt, and tense in worry. Well, he wouldn't need that bat then.
"If you're so clumsy that you can't walk in a straight line without tripping over your own feet, please do not attempt the stairs unless someone's there to help." He complained lightly, heading down them carefully, not wanting to step, or land on the fallen man as he skipped steps in his haste to make sure he wasn't too badly injured by the fall.
"Shut up." Was the grumbled reply, as the ghostlike man searched for the railing and started to pull himself up from the sprawl.
"No no no, falling once a night is enough for you. Stay put." Because he wasn't going to listen to that, Jason pushed down on thin shoulders and sat on the step level with him. The pale man stayed put with a barely visible wince, forced to accept the aid.
"I am fine." As stiff sounding as ever, but the biology teacher knew now that it was just how the other talked. A bit of prickly to keep people from getting too close, while an unwavering smile kept people guessing for him.
"Oh, yes, completely fine." Jason agreed, sarcastic. The trouble with teasing a man who couldn't see, expressions were meaningless. Of course, that was also a plus side. "That is why you tripped going up the stairs." He found the light switch and shut his eyes before turning the light for the staircase on. Maeryn didn't react to the light, but the teacher could now see the starting of bruising to his otherwise uncolored skin. "Did you miss me so much that you had to come up in the middle of the night?"
"You moved the book I was reading." Ah, yes, no use for natural day and night rhythms when one didn't have a job, and couldn't see the sun. A blind man didn't need light to read, after all.
"I must have forgotten there are two libraries." Which was a little absurd, but it made these problematic trips up the stairs less frequent. Jason reached over and thumbed up both eyelids, getting a good look at unfocused, blood red eyes beneath in the light before Maeryn twitched back, his eyes closing again.
"What was that for?" the pale man demands. Jason wasn't quite sure how one would tell the difference between someone who was blind, and someone who had a concussion, given that the man's pupils wouldn't dilate oddly in any sort of light...
"You're going to get a black eye." He pointed out, poking the forming bruise. The blind man twitched back, and thunked his head against the wall.
A heavy exhale was his indication that that had hurt, as far as Jason understood him. And given that he'd been living in the blind man's house for over a year, he was fairly confident that he understood that noise.
"All right, let's get you off to bed. Before you decide to walk into walls as well as trip up stairs." Jason didn't know how many he'd fallen down, after all, and while Maeryn's hand reached up to the railing to pull himself up, the other teacher pulled him up from under the arms.
"I do not require aid." The white haired man grumbles, even as one hand grabs onto Jason's arm once he is on his feet for balance.
"Of course you don't require it, you could make it back to your room on your own." Jason kept a careful watch on how his blind housemate wobbled a little when he walked him back to his room. "You just might take another hour or so, and walk into a wall, once or thrice. Or arrived with less dignity, on your hands and knees."
"I had thought you would not be the mother hen sort when I offered you the upstairs of the house." Maeryn grumbled, and the rust-haired teacher tugged the blind man away from the wall of the hall. The white haired's elbow clipped the wall, and with a wince, he corrected his path in the hall, avoiding anything else that might trip him up, but still keeping his grip on Jason's arm. "... Did you think on what I had asked?" Yes. After bandaging the man's cut fingers, he had managed to notice the first cut, but not the others.
"Hmm.. You are aware that you don't need to cook, aren't you? I doubt your poor fingers will thank you for these continued attempts." Just what could a blind man do at a school? Maeryn had made history his focus, perhaps something with that would work.
"... Avoiding the question." The unbandaged hand knocked slightly into Jason's shoulder.
"I would need to talk to the school. Perhaps if you altered curriculum so that you didn't have to assign written homework, things would be eased."
