Blinded by the Light: Drabbles

Drabble Nine: Pillow Fight

Brian had found out long before Roger had gotten blind that his boyfriend could be like one's car keys; they were never to be found at the place where one thought one had seen them the last time around.

This was why one evening, Brian found himself repeatedly calling Roger's name at the foot of the stairs, a little worried to find that he did not get a reply, even though he knew Roger had nowhere else to be than at the second floor. After having looked through all of the first floor and the garden, Brian knew that Roger couldn't be anywhere else than upstairs. The front door was locked, the windows were closed, the garden was fenced all around, so there was no possible other place apart from their bedroom or the bathroom where Roger could be at the moment; especially the first mentioned place was a room he was likely to be found, given that he often moved to their bedroom when he wanted to have some private time. Right now was also a likely moment for Roger to retreat to their room, where an old mahogany desk in the corner made a perfectly quiet place for him to study the braille work sheets he had received in class a few days ago, but which he had not managed to find the time for during their last few busy days. They therefore had to be done that night, as the next course would be the morning after. Roger not making his homework right no time was not something that happened very often – contrary to popular belief, Roger was always very focussed on his homework and didn't let anyone interrupt while he was in the middle of reading or writing a sentence – a perfectly valid reason for Roger not to react to Brian's calls. And, last but not least, one should not forget the fact that Roger, blind or not, remained a little rebel that did not always feel like obeying Brian's orders and answering Brian's calls.

Altogether, there were reasons enough for Brian not to worry about him, and yet, he didn't feel entirely comfortable not knowing where exactly his boyfriend was. Despite and all the aforementioned logical assumptions as to why Roger didn't reply, Brian still felt the desire to go check on him. Just to make sure he was alright, even though there was no direct reason to assume that there was something wrong – apart from the everlasting uneasy foreboding that Roger, being blind and left unsupervised, could easily get himself into potentially dangerous situations. Even though he had gotten used to walking around the house being blind and therefore hardly injured himself on a protruding piece of furniture or a momentarily forgotten threshold anymore, the chance of Roger hurting himself was a lot bigger than the chance of a visually able person doing so.

When Brian again did not receive a reply to his attempt to address Roger, his worry and protectiveness eventually got the better of him, so he treaded upstairs and stopped in front of their bedroom, lightly knocking on the door.

'Babe, are you here? Are you making homework?' Brian asked, but as expected, no reply followed. Brian repeated the question, but when he was given no response again, he decided to give himself permission to enter the room after the announcement that he was going to do so.

Brian softly opened the door to their bedroom, and his eyes had to adjust to the darkness that welcomed him for the first few seconds. Although he had gotten used to most of Roger's tendencies and habits by now, walking in on him sitting in a dark room was something Brian simply didn't seem to be able to get used to. He knew it didn't make a difference to Roger whether or not the lights were on or off, but it just didn't feel right to Brian to have his precious boyfriend sitting in blinding darkness. Therefore, the first thing he did when he stepped inside the room, was fumbling for the light switch behind the door to illuminate the bedroom, to make the room appear a bit more comfortable and so that at least he could see what was going on inside of it.

Brian's first instinct was to look for Roger at the desk against the wall right next to the door, but against his expectations, the bureau chair was empty. The desktop was covered with extra-large sized books and sheets of homework assignments in the only script Roger was able to understand at the moment, but the owner of the material was not to be found sitting in front of it, closely bent towards the pages like he usually did when focussing on his homework.