“Damn it,” I groaned.
He gave me a curious look. Or at least, that’s what I took it for; I was having a hard time reading his expressions.
“Forgot to take my contacts out.
Ohh.
Well, that’s another thing to add to my list of reasons I don’t want to try contacts. At least when I forget to take my glasses off before I fall asleep, my eyes are fine afterwards.
My eyes are going to be sore for a while, and I don’t have a spare pair of glasses to wear.”
He nodded.
Oh yeah, I suppose she couldn’t go back easily even if there wasn’t a risk of Shatterbird breaking out of Regent’s control. The Shattering would have broken her glasses whether she was wearing them or not.
“Sorry. So small a problem in the grand scheme of things.”
Ahh, that’s how it’s important. It leads into this observation, which might prompt further discussion between Taylor and Brian.
“You need to be able to see.”
I reached into my utility compartment and got a small case with the spaces for the individual contacts and contact lens solution, then pried my right eye open to pinch the thing out.
“pried my right eye open” is a phrase I would like to not read ever again, thank you.
A few seconds later, my other contact was out, and I was half blind. The way the shadows fell over Brian’s face, the shadows of his eye sockets made him look like he was wearing sunglasses.
Hah!
I couldn’t see the lines of tension, anger or anxiety. Whatever it was that’d had him awake, sitting up and staring into space at ten or eleven in the evening.
In my case, it’s Worm that has me sitting up and staring into a computer screen at half past ten in the evening.
(I’m going to end the session soon.)
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