Blind or not, there was still something about Leonard that was intimidating enough to the average eye that he still (By his own insistence) seemed to serve as a valuable ward to any other men in the public sphere with less-than-honourable intentions towards his dear friend. On the contrary, perhaps it was even more so his newfound blindness that attributed towards that fact, rather than the opposite - The slightly dulled, blank look in distant eyes paired with a long stick which scoured constantly side to side (One that did not look pleasant to be hit with given his large frame, not at all by any means) would have been enough to scare off any nearby pedestrians had he the wanted...
... At least, had he wanted while wearing anything other than the sad, baggy green sweater gifted to him that day by said friend. It was rather comfy.
Leonard himself never was one to focus so much on looks, and now that all he saw was faint outlines, he could have cared even less. Sure, perhaps the bow was a tad excessive and there were a few snickers he heard here and there, but the tall, stoic Leonard hardly seemed bothered at all by these small misfortunes as he was led, quite literally, blindly along.
With one hand loosely grasping Willow's (Who seemed simply overjoyed at the opportunity to help and hold onto his, much to his reassurance) and a simple, nubbed cane steadily gliding back and forth over the ground to alert him of any other oncoming objects, Leonard continued the simple walk alongside her - He himself wasn't the most talkative, of course, he hadn't been since he lost his vision - But he was more than happy to listen to Willow as she talked and described all that was going on. Around them, in her life, her job... It was as bitter as it was heartwarming, how it brought him back to the earlier days of his shop, how they would sit and chat idly to each other as he went about his day's work. In a way, it was that company that kept him feeling the need to live for so long.
... But now, the shop had closed from his blindness, from the incident, and Leonard was brought back to the thought that he still had yet to clear it out. A part of him wondered and another, smaller part he kept in the back of his mind knew that he'd never really get around to it, which welled up some mysterious numbing feeling of disassociation he had faintly recalled from the day he lost his sight.
"...?" Leonard's head snapped over to his now empty palm. Instinctively he glanced around, though there was little good to have come from it. Where was Willow...?
She was gone.
But, just barely, something about puppies met his ears then, followed by something licking his cheek and a familiar laugh. While Leonard wasn't immediately the most appreciative of the confusion and small heart attack it had cost him (Not to mention how little he took to the feeling of being licked by anything he couldn't see, whether he knew what it was or not), Leonard stepping back with the faintest hint of a frown, he still took comfort in knowing that Willow was managing to enjoy herself despite the large silence he had carried with him through all their talk that day.
He wondered where the dog came from. Leonard held his hand out again, relief washing over him as soon as he found himself being lightly tugged along once again. Willow mentioned something about a friend - Perhaps that was it... Leonard glanced blindly over his shoulder as if in curiosity, glanced down to where he thought Willow was, then resumed staring straight ahead. He was silent once again, not a single word of his confusion spoken aloud - But even if it was as if the incident had taken his conversation with his sight, for the first time in a long while, a faint poke upwards could be spotted on Leonard’s lips. If his hands weren’t so occupied, he’d try and guess it, but...
... What did those sweaters they were wearing together say, anyways? He wondered about that. The thought made him smile.
