And why should he? Bergen can't see, right? It's the exact reason why he has so man sketches of the man that he leaves open in his sketchbook. If he could see it would be embarrassing...
As it was, he was sitting down, finishing one of said man, humming softly to himself. It was a lazy day, so he was as lazy, not dressed to go anywhere at all, just his normal homebody wear when he...felt eyes on him.
He looked up at Bergen and grinned. "And just what are you doing over there??" He smiled, only for a moment, and then tilted his head. "What's wrong...why are you staring at me like---"
He squinted, but he didn't need to. It was easy to see that pretty shade... the milky white of his eyes no longer there...his eyes clear and focused.
"BERGEN CAN YOU SEE ME RIGHT NOW??" He shot out from his seat, scrambling over to him, grasping him by the shoulder at first, and then by the face. "Bergen???"