Nate laughed, first at Eliot's descriptions of events, then of April's. It made him remember Sophie, and the bittersweet pang that hit him whenever he thought of her. "My advice, listen to her version, it's usually better," he joked.
"So you tried to kill him in the kitchen?" he asked, to which April rolled her eyes even as she smiled.
"He gave me a challenge and an invitation, I kissed him, he decides to go put his hand on the stove. Not my fault at all."
He laughed, and to be honest this wasn't something he'd expected to do anytime soon - if at all - with Eliot. Not only because he'd thought he was dead but because Eliot didn't let people in. He went through women, he didn't stay with them. Not even the ones he cared for. Sitting down and talking with his wife was... nice.
"So your eyes literary bled out?" he asked. "What power do you have? You said you were sort of blind. How are you sort of blind?"