Wow. Okay, it took me half of my life to re-write this chapter after my PC killed it last year. And actually I had some kind of a writer's block on it, because I was so goddamn depressed about the whole having to write it anew thing. Well, but I finally have it finished and I hope you'll like it.

I'm sorry it took me so long and thank you for coming back!

Too surprised to say anything the older man just nodded softly and although he knew that it wasn't possible that Randy would be able to see him, there was the tiniest of hopes glimmering in his chest.

Lifting his hands further up, he settled them on John's face and hesitantely be began to smooth his finger's over the older man's face... fingertips trailing over brows, along lips, cheekbones... feeling... seeing... and John watched in aching silence as emotions crossed the handsome features. Sadness, sorrow... ease... happiness... His name was being whispered...

And then Randy's hands slid down, fingers trailing over his neck. For a moment the younger man's hands settled in the curve of John's neck. The warmth that emanated from them permeated the muscles, easing the last bit of tension there.

"John…"

Randy breathed the name and he lifted his head and opened his eyes again. For once the blind eyes weren't moving. His gaze locked with John's, almost as if Randy really saw him. Those lately hazy eyes were clear and full of sparkling emotions, speaking to him, calling out, so vivid, so intense that John once more forgot how to breathe.

And then Randy's hands moved further, gliding over the slick skin under his finger with a touch that was soft yet needy. John dared not to move as those hands moved over his shoulders, brushing down his arms and back up, trailing over his chest and abs, fingertips exploring, mapping… caressing… a whimper passed his lips… every single tiny touch leaving a prickling, a warmth in its wake until every nerve in John called out to touch Randy. With a sigh he laid a hand on Randy's stomach, fingers splaying to feel as much as possible of those abs he'd always thought of too goddamn tempting and the tight muscles twitched under his hand. Randy's lips parted slightly, giving way to a sigh. Those lips…

Something in him unfurled, freeing a hunger for this man that had been ignored much too long. It made John lean in to claim them in a kiss that was much rougher than the one before, demanding, urging while his hand travelled up, taking in every curve, basking in every tiny moan, every breathless sigh as he continued to take what had been denied to him for so long. Heat rushed between his legs, stirring his cock to life and within seconds he was rock-hard. His hand locked around Randy's nape to hold him in place as he continued to plunder the hot cavern, drinking the sound he drew from the younger man while his own moans got lost between their sealed lips.

John felt Randy's hand stop their caressing, sliding down to his hips, to his backside, pulling him closer until their groins were pressed against each other and John couldn't help but buck at the contact. Struggling to gain some of his control back, he broke the kiss and stopped Randy, who tried to claim his lips again.

"Wait," he panted heavily. "Wait…"

"But I want you."

Randy's breath was hot on John's skin and his voice husky, making the low rumble of the younger man's voice even more sexy and John felt all blood rush out of his head and southwards, making it difficult to think even one single thought straight.

"I don't know if we should… if it's…" John closed his eyes for a brief moment, groaning quietly as he tried to get his hands on the right words.

"John, stop thinking too much," Randy breathed and before he knew what he was doing his fingers closed around John's hard cock, setting for a slow stroking.

He was rewarded with a long, low and needy moan and a groaned oh god, but then John's hand closed around his wrist and stopped him.

"Randy, you… I…"

The younger man's brows furrowed and he pulled his hand back and out of John's grip.

"You're disgusted…" he exhaled, turning his head away.

Silence fell for a few moments. Unseen by Randy, John's eyes roamed his face, looking for an answer to the questions that lay heavy on his heart. Am I gonna destroy everything when I give in to him? Isn't this too soon?

John, stop thinking too much.

Maybe Randy was right. Maybe he was thinking too much and those questions weren't important right now. Randy knew what he was doing… Settling one hand on Randy' cheek, he gently urged him to face him again. Then John let his hand brush down, smoothing over Randy's neck, his chest, taking in the wonderful feeling of the soft skin and tempting muscles. Goose bumps flared as his fingers slid over them, tracing and exploring eagerly. He felt the body under his touch shiver and those beautiful lips parted slightly, asking to be kissed. But John did not lean in. Instead he let his fingers trail further down over Randy's hip… to his thigh, letting his hand rest there. The blind eyes widened and a small gasp fell from Randy's lips and John guessed that it had been the moment where Randy lost the feeling of his touch…

Leaning close to the younger man's ear he whispered: "Don't ever think that I could be disgusted. You are the most beautiful creature I ever laid my eyes on. But I don't want to hurt you. And I don't want you to regret something or to feel bad if this… doesn't work."

With a faint and relieved smile on his lips Randy settled a hand on John's shoulder, running it down to the hand on his thigh and covered it with his own, whispering back: "John… I'm not gonna break. And I'm not gonna regret anything. I want you. And this…" He guided John's hand up, laying it on his already hardening cock. "…is gonna work. I want to feel you and I want you to make me feel. Please."

Dipping his head to rest it against Randy's shoulder John groaned quietly as his mind wrapped around what those words meant. He felt Randy's hand vanish and only a blink later it closed around his member again, stroking once, twice firmly and the sensation ripped a strangled moan from his throat.

"Oh god," he panted, earning a light chuckle from his friend that died to a shuddering breath as he mirrored the movement.

He wanted this, no matter how it would happen but he didn't want it to happen here, in the tub. It was supposed to happen in a bed, their bed, where he had enough room to explore and worship every inch of Randy's body.

Taking a collecting breath he whispered: "Bed."

Only a moment later John had Randy gathered in his arms, carrying him over to the bed bridal style, while Randy was busy with nibbling at his earlobe, his neck...

"Ran..." John breathed, having problems to concentrate on not tripping due to being distracted. "If you keep that up I can't guarantee that this is gonna last long..."

A soft laughter against his skin.

"Who cares, Johnny... we have enough time to go for some more rounds..."

"Let's see if you say that after I'm done with you," John growled playfully, placing him gently on the bed. And then he crawled onto the bed, hovering over the younger man while taking in that amazing body. "God, Ran... you're so beautiful..."

The sun-kissed skin was still a bit wet, glistening temptingly and John couldn't help but dip his head a bit, licking some droplets off it, before he pulled back again, tracing a fingertip along the side of his love's face and down his neck to the spot right above his heart. It was like a wonder, every time he felt that heart beating under his touch... telling him that Randy was alive, that this was real.

And then he leaned in, brushing his lips along Randy's... whispering his name in deepest affection, before he caught his lips in a tender kiss. It was slow at the beginning, thorough and John couldn't help but run his tongue along the lush bottom lip, making the other man chuckle lightly. Their tongues met up with each other and Randy let him take the lead as he explored his mouth, yet it seemed as Randy poured his soul into it.

Randy's hands came up to his sides and he gasped into the kiss as nails scratched softly over the skin there, leaving goose bumps and a tingle in their wake.

The kiss lasted for a moment or two longer and there was a tiny whimper from Randy as John's fingers splayed over the smooth skin, slowly moving down to his abs, as he began to kiss along his jaw and stopped for a few heartbeats to nibble on his ear.

Whispering the older man's name, his hands brushed down to John's amazing butt and it earned him a chuckle from John as eager fingers squeezed the firm flesh. With a smile on his lips John continued to trail kisses down his neck, letting a hands roam up and down the other man's abs, caressing, teasing... and his lips sealed over the pulse point of Randy's neck, feeling a faint rhythm against his tongue as he began to suck gently. Randy's mouth opened slightly as his head tilted back, giving more access while and a soft moan escaped him.

Licking, nibbling his way further down he paused at a collarbone, giving it some attention, before he moved to the smooth chest, basking in those tiny sounds of pleasure Randy rewarded him with. More kisses were worked down to those tempting abs. With a sigh, John nuzzled his face against Randy's belly and felt hands roam his back in loving caresses and as he dipped his tongue into the other man's navel, he felt a rumbling hum vibrate through Randy, through him... sending a tingling down his spine.

After leaving another kiss just below his lover's navel John inched further down, coming to lie between Randy's legs, letting his hands roaming languorously up and down the younger man's sides. Back at that first night when Phil had given him a blow-job, he hadn't been sure if he would be able to do the same. Now... he had no doubts. There was heat curling up in his belly and between his legs at the anticipation of what he was about to do... making Randy feel good... them both... He wanted this. Leaning in, his tongue darted out, licking his way around... teasing... avoiding Randy's rock hard, twitching member that was aching for contact... leaving him whimpering at the sweet torture. He felt a hand come down to his shoulders, while a second settled on the back of his head, pushing him closer.

And then John took Randy into his mouth.

"God, John..." Randy breathed, throwing his head back into the pillow.

Bobbing his head slowly John swirled his tongue around the head... drawing a quiet mewl from Randy, leaving him panting. Encouraged by the other man's reaction he began to move faster, wrapping his fingers around the base of the shaft, moving his hand in unison with his head. Fingers digging into his shoulder and a drawn-out groan was the answer and as he glanced up, he found purest bliss on Randy's face, the lush bottom lip was caught between his teeth and his cheeks flushed. Beautiful... The sight alone left his cock achingly hard and he had to close his eyes to keep himself from coming just because of looking at Randy.

His hand moved down to cup the other man's balls, gently fondling them while he kept on sucking, licking, grazing the sensitive flesh with his teeth, feeling it throb in his mouth. Randy's hands tightened on John as a heavy shiver ran through the lean body and he moaned his name, sending a jolt of arousal straight to John's cock. The heavy shiver left a slight trembling behind and as the hand on the back of his head urged him to come back up again, John followed, crawling up to cautiously settling down on the slim frame. His hands snaked around the other man's shoulders, pulling him into a full body embrace and Randy wrapped his arms around his back, turning his face against his neck.

He had wanted to touch Randy and be with him like that for what felt like forever and he dropped his head onto the younger man's shoulder as a heavy sigh of satisfaction escaped his mouth. It seemed somewhat surreal that he was finally this close to him, to feel all of him.

His name was being whispered, over and over again and there was wonder in it and need, even a bit desperation and it made John seek those precious grey orbs. Randy's pupils were blown by now and there was hardly any grey left. Eyes so endlessly deep...

Leaning close to his lover's ear, he licked along the shell and breathed: "I want to touch you everywhere."

Randy shivered and turned his head, claiming John's mouth, his tongue searching for more and John pressed impossibly close to him as if he wanted to melt into the other man as he took lead of the kiss again. By now painfully hard cocks pressing against thighs, rubbing against each other, leaving breaths hitching... Randy's flesh twitched as John rocked hard against him and when John reached between them, there was already pre-cum leaking and he gathered some of it between his fingers before he settled along the lean frame, slowly slipping them between his lover's tight cheeks, teasing the opening.

Randy shivered ever so slightly and his hands clawed into John's shoulder as he pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscles. He watched in amazement as Randy, instead of tensing, arched in his embrace and he pushed harder, adding a second finger, scissoring them apart and then pushed again and this time Randy let out a startled gasp as John had apparently hit exactly the right spot.

And then Randy pushed back against his fingers, gasping: "I... I want you in me."

John held still for a moment, again not sure it was the right thing to do, but then Randy turned his head, still panting heavily, and John looked into his darkened orbs which were filled with raw need and lust and something more.

His cock twitched as he realized that it was... trust and it did something funny to his poor little heart. Breathing deeply as he rested his forehead against the younger man's, trying to get a grip of his emotions, but when he felt Randy move, rocking against him, he picked up his earlier action of stretching, twitching his fingers inside of those hot and velvety walls until Randy was pleading for more.

"Please, John."

Breathless, begging...

"You sure?" John asked, his own breaths coming out raggedly by now.

A nod. A quiet moan. The tanned skin glistening...

Mine...

There was a disappointed little hiss as he pulled his fingers out, but he hushed it with a loving kiss before he moved to lie between Randy's legs.

John stared at him for a second, caught in the beautiful sight that had him addicted at the first heartbeat, before he shook himself out of it, fumbling to open a drawer of the bed stand open to pull out a tube of hand lotion. He put some of it on his hand, reached for his own cock and stroked it lazily, while his eyes stayed glued to the beauty stretched out under him. He positioned himself at his lover's entrance and wrapped an arm around the younger man's left leg to lift it on his shoulder, holding him in place as he pushed in so very slowly, cautiously until he was buried to the hilt... watching every tiny twitch on the handsome face, seeking for any kind of discomfort.

But there was none. Randy was arching up against him, sweat beading on the wonderful skin. John stilled for a moment, chest heaving, giving the tight walls some time to relax around him and the tightness around his cock was incredible and unbearable... almost too much... Just as he thought that he wouldn't be able to stay unmoving any longer, he felt the muscles around him relax. Dipping his head against the thigh on his shoulder, he held still a little longer.

"Ran," he breathed out in wonder, before he looked back down at him, finding that pure bliss on his face.

Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in, watching Randy's mouth open as he grabbed for the backrest of the bed. His eyes shot open as he pushed back as if to try to impale himself.

"Johnny..."

John felt his heart pick up pace at the unexpected longing, the need in Randy's voice and he felt him tremble beneath him. Leaning in, breathing a kiss to slightly parted lips.

"You... you saved me..." John's heart skipped a beat as the sincerity of Randy's words, in his voice hit him hard. "You are the only one who can make me feel..."

Randy brought an arm down, circling his neck, pulling him down to give him a kiss before he clenched around John's cock, moaned as he arched up into him. Finally forgetting about any doubts left, John began moving in and out of him in a slow pace, making sure that he hit his sweet spot with every thrust. Soon the room was filled with their moans and groans, mewls and whimpers and the sound of harsh panting.

John felt himself spiral out of control, felt the burn at the base of his balls as he thrust into Rand harder and faster, getting lost in those delicious moans every single time he hit the younger man's sweet spot and he reached between them, his fingers closing around Randy's cock and he began to move his hand in the rhythm of his thrusts. Lips sealed over each other in fierce kisses... slick skin against slick skin... nails scraping over pale skin, leaving a wonderful burning in their wake... Like a being caught in a current John's whole being narrowed on the man beneath him until he was everything that was left... his scent, his voice... the feeling of his skin under John's touch... his warmth against him, around him...

Randy...

It didn't take long... John felt the body around him spasm uncontrollably as he came with a breathless shout, shooting stream after stream over his hand and belly, and he increased his thrusting and as Randy's aftershocks shook him. And then he let out a drawn-out groan as he followed, as his orgasm overtook him and he convulsed inside his lover.

He carefully sank down onto Randy. Arms came around him immediately, holding him tightly as soft kisses were breathed onto John's hair and with Randy's name as a sigh on his lips he slipped his arms under the other man's shoulders. His whole body hummed as they lay there, floating in the waves of the aftermath.

It was Randy who spoke first, whispering as he caressed John's back: "I love you."

"And I love you," John whispered back as he eventually yet ruefully moved to lay down beside Randy, dropping a kiss to the younger man's temple.

But as he let his eyes sweep over Randy's face, there was something between all those good feelings which were shining in the unseeing eyes and the handsome features. Sadness? Fear? It shouldn't be there. Not now, not after everything was finally as it was supposed to be. Perfect.

"Ran? What's wrong?"

Slender brows furrowed and those beautiful lips tightened, before Randy murmured: "I don't know what I'd do if you'd ever leave me..."

Puffing a tiny chuckle, John squeezed the tip of Randy's nose, earning himself a confused frown.

"I'm not gonna leave you. Never. I'd rather die than being without you ever again," he sighed, leaning in to steal a kiss. "Everything is alright now, babe. We're together. Okay?"

Shifting a bit, John made himself comfortable and pulled a ridiculously pliant Randy into his arms, pulling the duvet over them both. He didn't see the smile on the younger man's face as he snuggled into his embrace, but he heard it in the contented sigh that was breathed against his skin as Randy rested his head on John's chest. An arm sneaked around his waist and lazy fingers trailed soft patters up and down his side, causing goose bumps to flare all over his skin.

"How's your head, Johnny?"

Humming John mirrored the movements on a tattooed shoulder. In fact he had totally forgotten about his head, the concussion, the scratches on his cheek or his back. All this had moved into the background and... yes. It was still there and he also still felt a bit dizzy, but it was... okay.

"I'm okay, babe. Don't worry. How are you feeling?"

For a second the fingers on his side paused, but resumed their ways immediately, accompanied with a soft laughter.

"My ass is already giving me an idea how much its gonna hurt tomorrow but besides that I haven't felt as good in weeks... even months maybe," Randy replied sincerely. "The headache is still there and the flashes, too, but... it's okay I think." A kiss was planted onto John's chest. "Can we stay a bit longer in bed?"

"As long as you want, Ran," John replied, pulling him even closer.

Quietness fell over the room while both men dwelled in their little bubble of joy, love and perfection, lost in being close and feeling the other, until the day caught up with them, pulling them down into a black and peaceful nothing...

X

John was sitting in the examination room the doctor had left him to wait for his own results. And Randy. They had taken him away from him about two hours ago and every fucking minute John felt more and more like going insane…

The first thing he felt when he emerged from sleep was Randy's warm frame in his arms, pressed against his chest. Turning his head a bit he nuzzled his face against Randy's nape while his still muzzy mind replayed the events of the last night. But he never had the time to dwell in them, to savor them as his brain registered something that made an alarm bell ring deep within him.

The body in his arms wasn't only warm, it was hot and drenched in sweat and he felt a light trembling ripple through it. He became aware of a stifled, harsh breathing.

"Randy?"

With a heavy sigh John brushed his hands through his face as he leaned forward, cradling his head in them. His eyes closed on their own as he willed the doctor to finally come back and bring Randy with him. Fuck his own results, he wanted Randy here, wanted to know what the fuck was wrong.

The younger man's name was falling from his lips in a whispered mantra while time seemed to stand still…

It was a tiny sound, something between a moan and a chuckle that made the hair on his neck stand on end and with his heart suddenly pounding hard in his chest he untangled himself from his lover and gently helped Randy to turn over onto his back. The grey eyes were screwed shut and a tattooed arm was thrown over them immediately. Sweat was pearling down the handsome face and it was now that John realized that it was contorted in pain.

"Babe? Come on, talk to me. What's wrong," John demanded softly as he tried to lift the arm away, but Randy didn't let him. "Ran? Please, you're scaring me."

The harsh breathing was interrupted by another tiny moan that Randy tried to swallow down.

"I... my head hurts so fucking much," he breathed and those few words made John's heart stop.

"God, Babe, why didn't you wake me?" John breathed, feeling panic surge up. "We need to go to the hospital. We…"

He fell silent as Randy finally lifted his arm away from his eyes and the pain suddenly became even more obvious as he did. For three long seconds there was no reaction other from Randy and then… a soft laughter.

"Randy, what…?"

Randy's eyes slowly opened and again John fell silent as those grey orbs did not look past him like they used to. Randy looked straight at his face.

At a sound right at the door John's head snapped up, praying that it would open any second. But it didn't and with a hissed fuck he slipped from the examination table. A mixture of anxiousness, panic, nervousness and hope smoldered in his guts and it grew and it threatened to suffocate him. He wanted to punch something. Instead he walked over to the window, staring out, down at the yard. Their yard. It was their fucking yard because it was there that Randy had decided to fight!

He noticed his barely visible mirror image in the glass of the window, the white band-aid on his cheek. The bruise right above his cheekbone. Absentmindedly reaching up to his cheek, he trailed his fingertips over the white gauze. Funny. Over it all he had simply forgotten about his concussion. The headache, it was almost gone. The dizziness, the sickness, they were barely even there. As if his body was thinking that this wasn't the time to be weak, because Randy needed him now…

The pain on his lover's face grew even more if possible, up to the point where John was barely able to stand the sight anymore. But he couldn't look away and he couldn't get one more single word over his lips this very moment as the sight kept him frozen.

"I can see you." It was only a whisper and John went very still, because this had to be a dream and… he didn't want to wake up. With a shaky smile on his lips Randy added: "No… not really… you. I can see your silhouette."

The memory of that strange, nameless feeling that had flooded him at Randy's words took hold of him. He had felt something as the message sunk in after seconds of speechless, helpless staring, yet it had seemed like he didn't feel his body at all. And because he hadn't been able to really believe it, he'd asked Randy to say it again. Randy did and as if to prove that it wasn't just… imagination, he'd told John to extend a hand and then he reached out, laying a trembling hand against John's, without feeling around to find it.

Randy's sight… it returned. It had to.

Please god, don't let this be coincidence, don't take it away from him again. Please, John thought.

"I'm scared, Johnny."

The usually full voice sounded small and John reached over, taking Randy's hand in his because he knew the younger man needed reassurance. And he did, too.

"No need to, babe," he said in what he hoped was a calming tone, because he was scared, too. He knew that there was always a chance for a relapse, but he also knew that Randy needed him now to be strong now, needed him to be the optimistic one and so he added in a light tone: "I'm sure the headache results of your returning sight."

Silence for a long moment and John knew his words didn't help a bit and really, he himself wasn't feeling any better, so why should Randy? But it was what he clung to. It had to be like that. It had to... Lifting the hand up to breathe a kiss to the knuckles.

When Randy spoke again his voice was barely above a whisper as he replied: "But what if not...?"

"Hey, stop," John cut him off with a that's-not-an-option tone. "The doc will do some examinations and tests and he will tell us that you're okay. So stop saying something like that. Okay?"

Trying hard to ignore the always present What if? that lurked around them all the time. No way. They had gone through so much shit that it just couldn't be. It was not a relapse. It wasn't. It fucking wasn't...

"Okay?" he repeated a bit more insistently when there was no reaction.

From the corner of his eyes he saw the tiniest of nods, before Randy eventually whispered: "Okay..."

With a stifled yelp he almost jumped out of his skin when a hand settled on his shoulder, gently urging him to turn around and with a hammering heart and wide eyes he found Dr. Green standing right behind him, a very apologetic expression on his face.

"Good god, Doc, you nearly gave me a heart attack," John breathed, sitting down on the windowsill for support.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I called your name three times," the medic apologized. "Your results are good, John. It's only a slight concussion and in the CT scan wasn't any abnormality detected."

Just then the door jumped open, revealing... Randy. A young lady was pushing the wheelchair in and John's feet moved before his brain caught up, bringing him over to the man he loved where he sank to his knees in front of him. Randy still looked strained, but he wasn't as pale as he had been and his skin wasn't feeling hot any more as John's hands came up to cup the handsome face.

"Babe," he murmured, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Randy's. "Hey, Babe... how're you feeling?"

Fingers twisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. A sigh.

"I'm feeling better," Randy exhaled and he also sounded better. One hand travelled up to John's nape, curling around it as he asked worried: "What about your CT?"

"Doc said my head's fine," the older man replied, tilting his head to place a soft kiss on his love's lips.

And then he stole another soft kiss. And a third one, before he pulled back and out of reluctant finger, gazing back at the medic who stood there, silently watching them. His hand found Randy's as they waited for the man to tell them the results. He was fucking scared... goddamn, fucking scared and his heart began to pound hard again and he felt that Randy was scared, too, because his hand was squeezed and he heard the younger man's breathing speed up a bit, sounding pressed.

"Now, gentleman," the doc began, leaning against the windowsill. "I'm glad to tell you that the examinations didn't show any new tumors and there are no bleedings. So I can give you an all-clear."

A breath John hadn't even noticed he'd held escaped his mouth in an audible sigh as a mountain dropped from his heart that slowly stopped its run and he felt Randy lean forward to bury his face against his neck, exhaling shudderingly. No tumors. No bleeding. Everything was okay... John's other hand came up to cradle the younger man's head, blinking back a burning in his eyes.

"See? No need to be scared," John murmured, relief coating his words and there was joy lacing into his voice. "You're okay, babe. You're okay..."

There was a slight nod under his touch, but no words, but he felt a warm dampness against his skin, and Randy had every right to cry. Tears of relief...

"Concerning your sight, Randy..." the man continued slowly and John felt Randy tense, just as he did. "After such a trauma it's not unusual that patients report about suddenly occurring light and dark differences, but in most cases it's just a chemical reaction in the brain or a memory and during the tests the patient can't differentiate between the light on and light off."

Randy's hold on John's hand tightened to the point of being painful, but John smoothed his thumb back and forth soothingly over the short hair while he willed the man to continue.

"Your tests however... I'll make it short. Your sight is about to return."

For a long second he only stared at the doctor, blinking slowly. Randy's sight... returned. Like, really came back. Tilting his head back he closed his eyes and whispered a thank you towards heaven, not caring that the tears which had been burning in his eyes now fell. And then he felt the tenseness drain off the younger man, heard him moan quietly and that moan turned to a small and maybe a bit too hysterical little laughter. Shifting a bit, he urged Randy to look at him and when he did, John found a little smile on the handsome face and relief and happiness brought a bright smile of his own to his lips as wiped the tearstained cheeks dry.

For a brief moment those beautiful grey eyes opened, but Randy closed them again immediately, muttering. "Fuck, the light hurts..."

But he sounded happy about it and there was lightness in his voice and John couldn't help but lean in to drop kisses to his love's eyelids, before claiming his lips in a real kiss that tasted of the happiness which was humming in them both. Faintly he heard the doctor tell them that there was always a chance that it wouldn't return completely, but the way the man said it told him that he was positive that nothing of that would happen.

The kiss trailed off in little pecks, before John could wrench himself away from the man he loved and he got up to shake the doctor's hand.

"Thanks, doc," he said, receiving a smile from the other man.

"Just make sure you take it slow. Being too fixated on every tiny sign that Randy's sight get's better will make it only worse," the medic warned them. "It'll take time. Don't strain yourself too much. And I want to see you both in about a week for a check-up. Okay?"

"Yeah," Randy mumbled, squinting into the direction of the white clad man, a smile spreading over his lips.

John nodded slightly and with a nod of his own Dr. Green said his good-bye. Cupping Randy's face John leaned down to him, breathing a kiss to his forehead.

"And now we're gonna get you one of those ridiculously big shades," he murmured, grinning. "I got an idea what we're gonna do today..."