Frustrated sigh left the lawyer as he listened to the other, an unimpressed look settling on features; sometimes he wishes Jake would just listen and leave his things alone, but thatâs never going to happen no matter how many times he scolds him. â Because people are unnerved by the fact that I canât look them in the eye. Glasses hide that, and indicates that I am blind when I donât have my cane in sight. â He explains, perhaps more patiently than Jake deserves right now.
Standing, he closes the space between them, careful to avoid the coffee table, and holds out a hand for the glasses. â Hand them over. â He could grab them, could easily grab them, but he canât give away the fact that he can, somewhat, see him. â Unless you want to disobey and find out what happens when you do. â