A/N: Just a heads up that by the time I upload the chapters to they're sometimes going to be slightly different than when I upload them to Tumblr (and you're really better off with this version, just saying).

That afternoon Sebastian mapped out the gym room while Dave figured out how to re-teach him the equipment. Sebastian had mapped out most of the other rooms in the house, counting steps and learning corners. It was frustrating and a little bit frightening realizing how little he actually remembered about these spaces.

The conversation between them was sparse after their introduction. Curious as Sebastian was by nature, David was the first person he'd met since the accident. He was suddenly faced with the reality that he would meet people and he'd never know what they looked like. This kept him quiet during most of the afternoon and distracted enough that mapping out the room gave him a harder time than the oddly furnished room was already giving him.

"Alright," David's voice came from the front of the room, "I think most of this equipment will be pretty easy and your usual work out isn't too complicated. The weights might be the toughest part."

Sebastian leant against the back wall, "Great."

He could hear the man shifting on his feet, "So, if you don't need anything else…"

He probably sounded bored, at least that's what he was going for, he was anxious and ready to be alone again, "I'd say I'll see you tomorrow but I'm not one for cheap pun."

"Right," Sebastian could hear the smile, he wondered what it looked like, "do you need help getting back…"

Sebastian shook his head before he could finish the sentence.

"Ok," David sounded unsure but didn't press further, "I'll be back tomorrow."

Sebastian didn't move until he heard Juanita and Dave saying goodbye and the large front door clicking shut. By the time the old woman got upstairs Sebastian had slumped down to the floor, his head leaning back onto the wall and his legs stretched out before him.

She sighed and he could feel her hobble over to him, the sound of her feet on the tiles uneven and familiar, "Mi niño, what are you doing?"

"Resting," he said quietly.

He could picture her frown, he wondered if he'd forget that too, "What are you so tired about?"

He didn't answer for a minute, not until he heard her sit on one of the side chairs, "Everything is exhausting. Walking down the hall without slamming into the wall, remembering where every damn useless table is so I don't bang into that too, trying to picture everyone I talk to in my mind. It's exhausting. It's not worth it."

"Of course it is worth it mi amor," she ran her frail fingers through his hair, which was limp without hairspray.

"Why? I had to leave school, I can't take care of myself, no one will…" he bit his lip and pulled his legs up. Juanita always made him spill his guts without trying.

She patted his knee, "You will learn and then you will go back to school and be a big rich lawyer like you papa, you will learn to take care of yourself."

He reached up to his knee and took her hand they way he had taken Viola's this morning. He was much more for handholding now, he noticed. She petted his hair again and spoke gently, "And someday yes, you will find someone that can take care of you that you can take care of too."

He shook his head and stood, "No Juani. I told you that's not for me. Never going to be. Now less than ever."

"Things change mi niño, as you well know," he frowned in her general direction and she kissed his forehead, "things change."

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Dave got home rather earlier than he expected to. Sebastian didn't seem to need as much help as he would have thought for someone who had lost his sight so recently. He didn't know the details, just that he'd been in an accident that had damaged his occipital lobe a little over a month ago. No damage to his actual eyes, just the inexplicable workings of the brain.

When he'd looked at the case file he'd expected someone reclusive and terrified as most of the newly blind people he'd encountered had been, but Sebastian seemed relatively at ease.

He was all smiles and snark with his sister and had a quiet determination as he mapped out that big damn gym room. He'd seen some people go into frustrated rage in tiny apartments and Sebastian seemed to have already mapped out and gotten used to most of his enormous home. He knew most people that could afford any sort of home care were rich, but the size of the Smythe house was ridiculous.

He sat to watch some TV and have the burger he'd bought on the way home, trying to fend off the annoying silence he'd found came with living on his own. He'd been so proud to be able to get his own place free of roommates that he hadn't realized how incredibly boring it would be, being alone.

Kurt liked to go on about how it wasn't good for him without explaining why. He knew why. Kurt and Blaine and his father and everyone else he knew were sure that his living alone would lead to depression which would lead to another attempt.

It was stupid and he told them so, he was fine, he was happy to be alive and he was happy to be doing something useful with his life. It was something like the acts of contrition he would hear the priests going on about when he was a little boy. Making up for bad things with good things, it made sense, even if nothing else in his mother's religion did.

No, he wasn't at any risk of hurting himself. If anything was going to kill him any time soon it was the unbearable boredom.

He gave up on the crap TV and went to be early, the silence nearly overwhelming. Grabbing around the nightstand he grabbed his iPod and sighed, humming along. These were his nights, fighting off silence, waiting for sunrise.

Tonight as he drifted off, things were different. Instead of dreary darkness his mind provided unexpected images of the man he'd met today. The drop of his hair, so obviously cut to be styled rather than left alone, the twist of his smirk as his sister sat at his side, his lips moving silently as he counted steps. Sunrise, tomorrow, he'd see him again tomorrow. It made him smile as he lost himself in sleep.

A/N: To all of you following this story already I GIVE YOU COOKIES MADE OF RAINBOWS. Really thank you so much and I have to warn you all I haven't written chaptered fic in AGES so the set up of the first few chapters will be rusty but I promise it'll flow much more smoothly in future. Ok quite enough rambling, I love you all, if you can find the time to review you'll get sprinkles on your rainbow cookies.