There are too many fucking sounds, too much noise - families chattering non-stop, trying to reassure each other, a baby crying that echoes shrilly in the concrete room, unmuffled by the swell of bodies, and it's almost a blessing that everyone's ignoring the blind man stumbling around like a fucking idiot because at least it means he has space.

Until someone taps on his arm and he lurches away from the motion automatically with a sharp "Fuck-" as he freezes to the spot. His eyes flick down to where the touch came from, but Wrench will probably notice immediately that Arthur's not actually seeing his arm, and in fact pulls both of his own in to his chest in a self-conscious squeeze. "I-I'm sorry, I'm- I'll get out of your way," he mutters, a frustrated blush tinging his pale face as he goes to move faster.