Matthew tugged his chair closer, only lifting his butt enough to move the chair. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his penlight. “And you say that the light isn’t bothering you as much today?”
“Not really, no. Not the overheads anyway.” Gavin looked confused. As if he hadn’t given the issue much thought. “Why?”
Matthew shrugged. “I don’t know.” He clicked on the penlight. “Can I…?” He bit his lip, looked at Gavin directly. “I don’t want to hurt anything, but I’d like to have a look.”
Gavin gave the penlight an uneasy glance. “I’m not sure about that, Matthew. I don’t have much in the way of vision now, if you know what I mean. Manufactured light isn’t sunlight, but I’d hate to find out it causes damage that would be irreparable. Especially on my eyes.”
He offered Matthew a nervous smile. “I have too many good things to look at these days.”