Jynx was lucky. He remembered that much of Parker's banter. His eyesight would never be the same (the line he always heard) but it would return in time. It usually only took a few days, but he was a little tired of the blurry almost non-existant fuzziness that comprised his vision at that moment.

A shaky hand held the cane and his weight as he paced back and forth in the waiting room of Parker's doctor's office, waiting for the man in question to return with more results. This wasn't a hospital and it definitely wasn't a doctor's office in the pure sense of the word, but Parker liked to keep him waiting any damned way. "Y' got time," he'd say, as if the joke was even remotely funny.

Jynx would give him a discrete middle finger in response.

When the door echoed someone's entrance his eyes shot up instinctively to the figure who approached, thinking to himself how short the person approaching was. "Parker send you to rattle my cage?"

There was no answer.

He stood there for a moment, going back and forth over what to do. "Talking helps since I can't fucking see much beyond one inch in front of my face," he said, common sense really not his strong point at that particular moment.

"Your fucking mouth -" blah blah blah. He heard what she was saying, but his mind was somewhere else.

"Hey, Naki-baby." The almost grey haze in front of him seemed to move forward. "Work sucked but from your tone I doubt you wanna really make it all better, huh?"

"Do you even think?"

The blur was killing him; all he wanted was to see her face no matter how distorted by aggravation it was. "There are some things that I really have no fucking control over." Calm, cool, collected... more and more frustrated he couldn't see worth a damn.

There was this odd hesitation in her rebuttal that sent his hand slowly moving towards her face. "Where's my witty retor-" It was as if his hand went through ghost; she was that quick to recoil from him.

"You don't think, do you?"

"I was thinking about a lot of shit before it went haywire." This was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. "I was thinking holy shit, I hope everyone is way the fuck out of range." She knew how it worked. "I was thinking well, I wonder if this is it?."

He swore he heard her breath catch in her throat and he took the moment to reach out ot her face. Her fist was slaming down on his chest and just barely managed to recoil before fingers clutched at his shirt, refusing to release it. But there along her face was the answer he was looking for. He'd done the unforgivable, obviously. Apparently.

"I was thinking." Contrary to popular belief, even in that much pain, he had a lot of time to think; he equated it to his life flashing before his eyes too many times to count. "It's really too late to not be invested."

Her hand reached up to move his, remove it from her face, but her fingers fell short of actual effort once they clasped his wrist. "What the hell does that mean?" Her words were so chaotic, determining her emotional state beyond shaken was impossible. "You're not making one damned bit of sense right now."

He was sure there was this arguement they were supposed to have. That was obviously why she was there. The arguement would consist of how stupid, reckless, and idiotic he was. She would silently concede it was something beyond his control but she would chastize him for being a moron anyway. This would, theoretically, be followed with some sort of sexual activity and then the cycle would repeat. That was generally the long and short of how they discussed their emotions over any given topic that bothered them.

But that wasn't going to happen that time. No, not that time. Neither one could really manage to react to the prompts. They were pretty much ignoring the cues and without a script that left them both pretty vulnerable... not exactly a territory either was too familiar with in regards to the other.

"So." As the liquid rolled down his fingertip and slid past his shirt sleeve, he couldn't help but feel remorse. That grand plan of his to keep everyone at arm's length and never let anyone close had flopped again. It wasn't even something he could pawn off as one sided, not even in the slightest. "Fuck me running."

The small smirk that twitched upwards wasn't there to reflect amusement. The slight furrow of his brow let that point get across since his words were failing him. Even more frustrating than not being able to see her face was the plain and simple fact that denial was no longer an option for him. Dismissal was dismissed in lieu of fact and truth, and the truth was that he was in love with the woman standing in front of him, clutching his shirt for dear life and crying against her better judgement against his touch.