'Walking trashfire' is a pretty apt summary of most of the people here that he knows from home, actually. Not that he'd ever say that aloud. Maybe he himself is one, although he always thought he had... some of his shit together.

He thinks maybe it's fair to explain that there might be more to the story than he's letting on, but she's taking his hands and he's following along. He too has a few callouses on his hands, not very befitting of a lawyer or a blind man, but no doubt he'll scramble for an excuse if she asks.

"Okay," he says after she's done, furrowing his brows like it's something complicated. To be fair, it's almost the same as trying to do this with your eyes closed. Takes twice as long and you're never sure if it looks right.