one of the worst things about being blind was he could not longer properly school his expressions. when he felt something, it obviously displayed on his face; such as his disgust at the comment about his aunt. she did have a good sense of humor, but this wasn't abut humor, this was about her strange, overprotective ways. "if you want to call it that,"
he commented, shrugging. not at all about humor in her case and just about her budding paranoia. she hadn't really liked when he went in the army, despite it being something he'd talked about for a while; his parents had been military, so he was already fully encompassed in the army brat lifestyle from a young age. it had only been after their deaths that he'd been moved elsewhere, and his aunt was not a military woman, she was a working class woman. she worked hard at what she did, for every dime she had, and she'd instilled that in him, but he hadn't wanted to follow that route. roy was a hard worker though, he just put his energy into other matters, and protecting the general public had been one of them. he could have been an officer at the precinct in town back home, but being in the army just felt like it'd mean more. maybe honor his parents, whatever. either way, he couldn't do any of that anymore. what could he do? he didn't need to work, he was going to be supported by the government itself, by his aunt and all her connections, but what was he to do otherwise? what was there for someone like him to get into? this town would be simple for him to adjust in, but where was the fun in it all? he was a city boy, he wasn't really suited for all this. plus, roy didn't want to get stale, so to speak. he didn't want to stagnate, he didn't want to be so wrapped up in his now-disability that he just lost track of who he was and the things he liked to do. surely this place couldn't be all
married couples and children, right? "she wants me to be safe, wants me to settle down and find someone. find myself, maybe, i don't really know what that means."
roy chuckled again, this time lightly, genuinely. he'd never been a man that was interested in settling down and getting married. maybe he just hadn't met the right person yet, but it seemed highly illogical that he'd meet them here. propping his elbow against the counter, roy set his cheek in his upturned hand, hoped that none of his real feelings truly showed on his face. he knew how essentially alone he was here, kind neighbors or not, roy knew that he'd remain cooped up most days. the thought of trying to go out around a town he didn't know, couldn't see, was daunting and in many ways, terrifying. and roy wasn't someone that was afraid of much, but this was too new, too fast, he didn't know how he was going to cope. sleeping most days was pretty likely, but he had therapy to go to as well, which he'd be escorted to most likely, if his aunt had anything to do with it. blinking lazily, roy looked towards the source of the others voice, wished desperately that he could see him. it was noted that he could hear the smile in havoc's voice, despite not being able to see it, and that was some kind of comfort. he'd have to get used to that more and more often, being unable to see, eventually roy knew that he'd pick up other habits, and this would get easier. for now, he felt like his world was ending. he was unsure if his new neighbor had sat down yet, but from the angle his voice came at, roy was assuming he hadn't. lightly flourishing towards one of the stools, he stretched out his hand for that basket he'd brought, finding the lip of it and dragging it over. "i can do dinner tomorrow, sure," he replied simply, rifling through what he could feel. the candles were easy to find, smooth glass and a top made of aluminum, and he brought those out first. unfortunately, he had absolutely no use for them, though depending on their scent, they'd be nice at least. coffee and food, those he had uses for. "well, i was in the army, so anywhere i was stationed," he started, leaning back a little bit, tilting his head. "i just finished a tour in iraq a few months ago, didn't pass my last physical because of my eyesight."
it wasn't necessarily hard for roy to talk about, but sometimes the details got fuzzy; there was so much shit that happened to him in such a short amount of time, not to mention war and crisis was never easy to deal with. his clouded gaze dropped instinctively as he thought about it, brows furrowing slightly. "its a degenerative thing, by the way, i didn't lose my eyesight in any traumatic way. though, if you want to tell gossiping old ladies in town that i did, i won't protest," his lips quirked into a wolfish little grin full of devious intent. "make me seem cool, at least? going blind because of bad genes is kind of lame."
he's actually already gay. JEAN HAVOC