Rodeo joins Rayanne on the sleeping bag when she invites him, though he does have the grace to glance at the tent flap when he does. He's always assumed that Rayanne was Gavin's old lady, never really took the time to consider otherwise, and he wonders if the prospect will be able to keep his cool if he wanders in here and sees him next to his woman in bed, even if they're just sitting shoulder to shoulder with her focus on the tablet in front of her. He watches her work, but nothing she does makes any sense to him. Finally she holds it out to him, he takes the tablet and blinks at the screen a couple of times. It blurs in his shoddy vision, but his shit eyesight is still a weakness he hasn't revealed to anyone but his closest confidants. He needs glasses for a screen like this. There's no way he's gonna be able to type anything with the whole thing blurring like a pair of drunk goggles right before his eyes. He sighs, looking back to Rayanne and offering the tablet back to her.
"Reckon I could dictate somethin', have you type it up for me? I ain't got the eyes for this," he admits.