[Scott feels the glasses out with his hands, almost like he's making sure that they're his, before placing them back on his face with a slight grimace. He remains stationary for a couple of seconds as if to push back any residual fear, before letting his eyes slowly reopen and having the familiar lens of the ruby quartz greets his eyes. Okay, yeah, they're his glasses, he's fine, he can see again without blowing everything up.
He's fine now, yeah.
He still finds himself sitting on the ground with a slightly despondent look, but it appears that Scott finally remembers that he's not alone, and he looks at Caitlyn with an expression that's slightly closed off but appreciative.]
Um, thanks. [What should he tell her? Guess he owes her an explanation, but Scott's still sort of recovering.] I can't really... see without them.
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He's fine now, yeah.
He still finds himself sitting on the ground with a slightly despondent look, but it appears that Scott finally remembers that he's not alone, and he looks at Caitlyn with an expression that's slightly closed off but appreciative.]
Um, thanks. [What should he tell her? Guess he owes her an explanation, but Scott's still sort of recovering.] I can't really... see without them.