Vincent sat up and swung his feet out of bed, as he did every morning. He stretched his arms and tilted his head side to side, and jumped when he heard a voice behind him.

"Morning Vince."

No no no, not Scott. Anyone but Scott. He didn't want to be seen like this, so helpless and vulnerable and...

This wasn't the main problem, though. He must have looked so... so stupid last night! He was a sobbing mess, and in the middle of a panic attack on top of that. He knew how he got when that happened. Hand tremors, hyperventilating, irrational thoughts all over the place. He never wanted Scott to see him like that, but he still needed someone to comfort him. And the only thing he could remember was how warm Scott's chest was, how soft his hands were, how smooth and calming his voice was.  Still, he couldn't push doubt out of his mind. And even then, he wondered if Scott was just doing all of this because he was blind.

Had he become the token disabled character in his own story?

"Good morning, S-Scott...!" He felt the mattress rise up a bit as the other got up and started walking to the bathroom.

"You're alright this morning, right?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine..." He chuckled a little in an attempt to show he was okay.

"Alright. I'll be right back, okay? We have the day off work today, so..." Vincent heard the bathroom door open and shut. Then he flopped back onto the bed, taking in a deep breath that smelled like Scott. He pulled the blankets around him, closing his eyes. Could he really do this?