Tim's head jerked up from the novel he was reading when he heard a crash come from the bathroom. He placed the novel on the coffee table and hurried to investigate.
He cautiously opened the bathroom door and found Horatio staring into the shattered mirror. His attention was drawn to the blood dripping from Horatio's right hand onto the sink.
"Doing a little redecorating?" Tim hazarded.
"What's the point in having a mirror when I can't see?" Horatio growled emphasizing the last word.
"The blindness is temporary," Tim reminded Horatio.
"Like hell it is," the redhead muttered.
"Let me take care of your hand," Tim ordered. "And then you can go brood."
"I don't brood," Horatio countered. "I reflect."
"Is that they call it these days?"
Horatio scowled at him.
"Stop being an ass for one moment and be thankful that you are still alive," Tim growled finally letting his aggravation at Horatio's selfish behavior show. "I know I am, because I can't see my life without you in it."
Horatio's mouth snapped shut with an audible click. He had never considered Tim's feelings in the aftermath of the accident. It was very sobering. "I'm sorry. I'm an ass," he apologized. "Forgive me?"
"Yes," Tim said. He finished bandaging Horatio's hand and cupped his stubbled jaw. He softly kissed him. "I love you."
"I don't deserve it."
"You have it always," Tim replied. "Now, why don't we go get some fresh air?"
"Sounds good," Horatio agreed with a smile.