He sounds like a good friend. I hope you can see him again soon.
[And the reaction is something he's grown to expect from people, so the small, reassuring smile is there even before she finishes speaking.]
Not at all. I... wasn't always blind, so I remember colors. Sort of. Enough that describing them isn't going to throw me off completely. [A pause as he sighs out... takes off the glasses, so she can see his eyes: entirely normal-looking, except for the fact they're completely unfocused. Without his glasses, he looks more vulnerable, maybe, than with them.]
Besides... to tell you the truth, I appreciate it. My friend back home- he always describes when someone nods to me, or curtsies, or if there's a particularly horrible-looking advertisement in the newspaper. I may not be able to see those things myself, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate knowing.