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 that’s never going to happen no matter how many times he scolds him. ❝ Because people are unnerved by the fact that I can’t look them in the eye. Glasses hide that, and indicates that I am blind when I don’t have my cane in sight. ❞ 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. ❝ Hand them over. ❞ He could grab them, could easily grab them, but he can’t give away the fact that he can, somewhat, see him. ❝ Unless you want to disobey and find out what happens when you do. ❞