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[He's not around often on the network, but some of you might have seen Undertaker in town and about, purchasing seeds, exploring the area, ~~listening to the wind from the roofs~~, that sort of thing. Oh, and that rescue in the cave with the young Earl? He was most definitely there. Perhaps you know his face from that encounter?]

I have need of a doctor of medical sciences, preferably one with quality knowledge of human cosmetics. Should you fit the description, please contact me. There's a small matter I would discuss in private. [He has no hat to tip today, so he simply nods before he ends the feed, but it isn't hard to see even from this brief video that he has a scar problem... clear across his face. Or is that really why he's asking?] Ta.

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[He can't help himself. fiddling with a pair of mugs and their favorite tea until the kettle starts whistling.]

Doesn't mean you're impervious to everything. [Comes a petulant little mumble. Maybe. He doesn't know just how immune reapers are. And Undertaker is still important to him.]

[He hears that fiddling and he knows what it means, and he decides he can't keep the boy in the dark this time. He tosses the blanket back over the back of the couch in one move before he gets up and goes to the kitchen and holds his arms open.]

Come here, my lord. I'll tell you why you don't need to worry.

[Part of him wants to be stubborn and pout but the other part just wants the reassurance that someone so close to him and his family really is alright. So he sets the tea to steep and then turns, meeting the reaper and wrapping his own arms around him.]

[He has the patience of the dead, and he'll stand there and wait all day, just like that, if he has to. But he doesn't wait too long and he has a small Earl in his arms. He'll let Ciel take a moment to savor it, lift a hand to rub his hair.]

I meant it to be a surprise for you, but... seeing as how you've gone with an empty socket for so long, and that's bound to cause problems at some point, no matter how careful we are with it, I thought I might consult a doctor to see about getting you a replacement. It's a shame we don't have doctor Beverly here, or I could have just sent her a message on the side, in private.

[Savor it he does, eye closing for a moment as he relaxes. He's still surprised at least, lifting his head after to stare up at him. A replacement... Suddenly, he's just hugging tightly to the reaper.]

You... you didn't have to- don't have to.

[He holds Ciel as close as he needs, letting him stay there, cradling him and rubbing his hair. Poor boy.]

I don't have to do a lot of things, I've learned. But I still do them.

[He clings a little more tightly, not finding the words to express himself just yet.]

You keep looking after me.

[That hold speaks all for itself.]

You're important to me, milord, and it will make your life easier to have something so small back as much as it can be. I know that it bothers you, that eye, even if it isn't in your head.

[He's not letting going any time soon. Good thing he'd only just started fixing the tea, they have time before it gets cold.]

It feels strange without it.

[It will wait. Right now, comforts and reassurances are more important.]

You've only been without it a short time, all things considered. I've been without my eyesight as it should be for centuries, but that's nothing compared to losing the thing that gives you the sight.

[That's all he really wants for the moment anyway.]

I wish I could do something for your vision. It doesn't seem right, you appreciate life and the people around you, and the world, but can't see it all.

[He won't object, not in the least. Not to the comforting anyway.]

As long as I've had it like this, it'd be strange to have that back. Besides, those little phone devices have allowed me to see things clearly with the photos they take. I miss it, but how well I function now is more important to me.

It's still awful. [A little sigh. Still hugging.] Knowing your vision is impaired and knowing I can't help you a bit like you were able to do for me.

[Continues doing for him.]

[That gets a chuckle from him. Oh, this Earl of his.] Milord, my vision has been impaired far longer than your grandmother was ever even a sparkle in her own mother's eyes, but I appreciate the sympathy all the same. I could choose to wear corrective lenses and have it all back again, but it really is too much of a bother now. If I rely on my sight, I become a liability to you when I lose it again.

[He's still holding on, though not as tightly now. Now it's relaxed and he's looking up at Undertaker.]

I'm not sure how you'd be a liability. To me or otherwise. It doesn't seem possible after seeing you on the Campania.

[His own hold hasn't changed much, but for that he's got an arm now around those shoulders too.] It wasn't then because I see as well as I do now. You don't always need your eyes to do what you need to do.

[And that gives him an idea.] Do you want to know what it's like? Would that reassure you?

I remember... [Kind of. The night had progressed so quickly that some things are a blur] You made a comment about Ronald still relying on his eyes.

[His gaze turns more surprised] I... maybe a little? But how..?

[He nods, then steps to one side, one hand still on the boy, to open a drawer and take out the saran wrap he used on occasion and hadn't been overly fond of, even if it was useful in some ways.] I did. None of the reapers in the business go anywhere without their glasses. It's one of the things that keeps them dependent on the higher ups with their new lot in the afterlife.

[He'll need both hands for the sheet, but then he folds it over once and covers his own eyes with it, looks through it at his palm, close to his face.] Here we are. Put this over your eyes and let me step back before you get a look at me again. [Once Ciel does as much, he'll take a few steps back as promised and wait.]

[Admittedly, he's a little unsure about this. It seems a little strange to put saran wrap over his eyes but he is curious. And he trusts Undertaker, he wouldn't have him do this just to make him look ridiculous.

So he does and looks to Undertaker and finds himself frowning a little. And trying to squint through it.] This is awful-!

[There's no trick to it, none at all. It just is what it is and, while not accurate, it's close to what he sees. Ciel's reaction gets a giggle out of him.] Isn't it? It isn't quite so easy for me to see what you see though. I almost wish I had lenses back I can figure that proper.

[He doesn't waste any time uncovering his eyes, eager to see clearly again. And then moves to Undertaker's side.] You'd have to cover an eye.

[And, probably not surprising anyone, he still wishes he could fix it all.]

[And right into an arm, he'll go.] For things close enough to see clearly anymore. Everything else and I'm afraid I can only imagine. [He steps back just enough to do that much, hiding one eye with his free hand and getting close enough to the boy that he can see clearly, once the bangs are aside. They might be a a foot and a half apart at best.] This is what I get, but I think I'm still missing part of the idea if it's all I have. Good thing I was witness to your ability to try and walk between chairs.

[His cheeks heat up a little as soon as he's reminded of that. And how tired and miserable he'd been at first, constantly bumping into things until he relearned how to compensate for his awkward depth perception.]

Maybe. That was awful, I got turned around so easily. And it was hard telling distances.

[Long nails give light little scritches along a shoulder.]

Oh, come now. You didn't do so bad. How do you think I got half the scars I have? [He isn't being serious, but he does know Ciel knows he carries a number of them.]

Eh? [He blinks up at him, a little confused and a little surprised.]

Those can't all be from falling about and tripping. Even your finger has a scar.

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