"Clearly," Lennon said, highly amused. He was pleased with how the snappy banter made his handicap easier to take. He did reach out to steady himself a few times as they walked but tried to do it on his own as much as he could. No need to be more of a damn liability than he had to be. It was frustrating to be hindered when he normally had great vision, but he'd have to fucking deal with it.
"Yeah, we kept the other stuff. I kinda like camo. Never know when something could come in handy." He was about to break out the story of a guy he'd been friends with benefits for a while who'd found camo shit to be super sexy-- it was possible that Lennon had a camo thong back in his bedroom drawer in Florida-- but the thought faded from his mind as Felix pointed ahead. Lennon kept his gaze straight ahead and squinted as hard as he could. "Maybe?" It looked like it could be a vending machine. "Let's go see."