"I think breakfast is a good idea." Eliot scrubbed his hand over his jaw. He stretched and pushed the sheet down to his waist. He was naked. And he had no idea where his pants might be. "Um. Do you...see my pants?" He made a face. How embarrassing to have to ask for help finding pants. But he wouldn't know where to find them.
He wondered where his walking stick would be. He must have one. He had no way of knowing he had never really considered his blindness a handicap. He had adapted, relying on his hearing where his vision failed.