[Funny that he should be making concessions for her inability to see, pulling those digits up to prod at his face, and then get stunned when she assumes it's an invite to see him through touch. Richie mutes his surprise, sound dying in his throat as her expression shifts from dry-cut grins to something fuzzed around the edges. Confusion for a moment, a bit of hesitation. He feels the tension in her hand too and frets that he's committed some breach of trust for the sake of a bad joke.
Then her hands make a map of his face and all that nerviness goes quiet. His eyes close as she swipes a thumb over them. It renders him silent. He's met blind people before this, but always in parties, public situations. Or by the campside with all the bones behind them, and he doubted Matt Murdock wanted to get close and personal with another gent. It's not altogether unpleasant, nor is it invasive. It's really quite sweet.]
Maybe I am. [He cracks an eye open and catches sight of the grin.
Too late. He takes the blow like a chump and barks in alarm. Richie pulls up and away, cradling the mark that's no doubt giving him an Avon blush from jaw to cheekbone.] Augh! It was a joke, goddammit!
no subject
Then her hands make a map of his face and all that nerviness goes quiet. His eyes close as she swipes a thumb over them. It renders him silent. He's met blind people before this, but always in parties, public situations. Or by the campside with all the bones behind them, and he doubted Matt Murdock wanted to get close and personal with another gent. It's not altogether unpleasant, nor is it invasive. It's really quite sweet.]
Maybe I am. [He cracks an eye open and catches sight of the grin.
Too late. He takes the blow like a chump and barks in alarm. Richie pulls up and away, cradling the mark that's no doubt giving him an Avon blush from jaw to cheekbone.] Augh! It was a joke, goddammit!