"As much as I hate you," Pete says, a grin settling onto his face despite himself once he sees how freaking relieved Lita looks. "I have to admit we'd be pretty hard up here if you lost your eyesight. Not because you're even remotely a decent doctor, but because then how would I be able to prank your office with pointless shit for you to sign? Or how would you ever notice the 'kiss me, I think I'm hot shit' sign that I was planning to stick on your back next week?"
Let alone the fact that he's never played any kind of practical joke on her over the last two years, or the fact that his examples are clearly reaching and ill-formed. All that matters just then, despite the literal hatred he'd felt for her on and off, is that she not look the way she had a few minutes ago. So far, so good.
"Besides, see, if you lost your eyesight how would you treat me for my eyesight loss once I flex and the buttons and sleeves fall off my shirt?"
Pete takes a sip of his forgotten coffee then and beams at her. "Let's face it, you're only here to help me. So I'm glad we had this chat. If you'll excuse me, I actually care about being on time for my patients."