Jaimie hadn't noticed her until the fridge door opened, and he always imagined that somehow her blindness made her more aware of her steps, quieter. Of course, it might well have been that he was simply less aware of the world around him when he spaced out. He smiled to himself as she spoke, not quite hearing the words at first. He was always happy to hear the girl's voice, and his mind quickly grasped at the words and turned hem into a sentence.<br/><em><br/>"I was getting tired of the applications,"</em>he walked over to her and wrapped his arms gentle over her shoulders. His statement seemed like something should follow, but his mother and sister would know that he was just as likely to give a short answer and move on from the question. He kissed her cheek gently and leaned his head into hers. He was a gentle person, and while his voice clearly gave away his gender, his soft, sleek features were almost feminine. Jaimie often made a point to hold, touch, or otherwise make physical contact with his sister, making sure she knew he was with her, protecting her.<br/><br/><em>"Since I have no intention of writing another 20 pages of background information and names, and whatever else. What would you like to do tonight? Anything you want, my dearest sister," </em>he gave her an affectionate squeeze, another little gesture he used in place of smiles and other visual cues.