Now some of those made sense. Without his normal vision, naturally driving would be next to impossible, reading normal text would be impossible, and running efficiently would be hard. Not impossible, but hard. The rest.
Pulling his legs up, he leaned forwards, resting his arms on his knees and clasping his hands. "These are their views, and by the way, who are they? What about your views? Because that-" he gestured to indicate what Eliot had just said. "Is a load of rubbish."
"You never used guns unless you had to, you relied on your hands. A screen or reflection isn't going to matter if you're fighting for your life. Or to protect your family," he said with a smile towards April. "You just have to be partnered with someone who can match you. Someone who can drive and use the scope or binoculars."
"As for teaching things? I can't see your eyesight changing what you can and can't teach and I know you taught both Parker and Sophie how to fight."
He looked between the two. "Why aren't you getting medical training, if that's what you want. Wouldn't that be up to you to teach him?" he asked April. "You're the doctor, wouldn't that be up to you or do you need permission for it?"
"I can," she said, it would have been easier at the ranch, but it wasn't impossible. She'd just have to find some time. Somewhere. "If that's what you want." Right now she was more worried about the tension she saw in him, however. Getting up, she walked over to him and took his hand. She didn't push, Nate was doing enough of pushing, she just settled for the contact, letting him know he was there.
Nate watched them, not commenting on this silent communication between them. "Aren't there any other aids you can use. I mean books you can listen to, but to help you move around better. I mean you'll have to learn how to run, don't you? In case there is another attack."