"Well... the sooner we can do it, the better. Hopefully they'll grow back in, but... hell. I'm already totally blind, what does it matter if I have eyes or not?"

He laughs, and it's a little desperate sounding. He doesn't like being blind, not at all. It makes him feel so weak and helpless. The return squeeze is appreciated, either way -- a feeling of someone else in a void. It was nice, and he's reluctant to let go.

"But if you need to talk to Dr. West and get organized first, that's fine. Do you think... you can do it today?"