"We should get you a white cane," Amy said. "Maybe dark glasses too."
"What's the point of a blind man wearing dark glasses?" Frank growled. He took a careful sip of his coffee and kept his hand wrapped around the mug once he put it down again. "I'm fine."
Amy snorted. "You will need a cane eventually if you want to get around on your own. And it'd be less confusing for everyone else, let them know your blind ass needs some help with description and stuff."
"What?" Amy seemed to have caught his glare. "There's no shame in being disabled. Everyone needs help sometimes."
Frank clenched his jaw and glanced away. Smartass kid thought she knew what she was asking from him. Last he checked, there were no apps for unloading a magazine into some scum that had been asking for it, no friendly passers-by would direct him in a fist fight. And, sure, the whole point of this entire stupid pointless road trip since leaving New York had been to figure out how to live a quiet, civil life, but it had always been about his choice. And now he had none.
"Did you find the Liebermans?" he growled instead.
Hell’s Garden, Kastle post-Snap fic freshly updated on AO3 :)