Yeah, it’d probably help make things easier to decide if you could, right? See, this is one of those times where being blind kind of blows. But we’re not supposed to be talking about this.
Pretty much. Probably not as big of a deal for me as it is for you though, ‘cause I never really got into how people look before I couldn’t see ‘em anymore, if you know what I mean.
Yeah, I’m getting the uncanny sense of déjà vu about having had this conversation before. I wonder why that could be?

Whatever. We were talking about something else before this became the Derse Dreamers Blindness Club.
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...