[Oh, she just means the decoration. His instinct is to take them off again and look at it himself, despite the fact that he knows what’s there, but he resists. He really doesn’t want the sun to stab him in the eye again. His ears twitch with the effort of not doing it, though.]
The sunglasses they have in this city aren’t like what I’m used to. [Here, there is no Gucci.] I just found some I thought were interesting-looking. They’re strange, aren’t they? With the fabric on the side.
[He doesn’t seem perturbed by the observation. He likes that they’re weird. He doesn’t like his vulnerability to the sun, but what’s he going to do, lie to this baby? No.]
I’m fine. The sun hurts my eyes, even this little sun. But it’s not permanently damaging. [At least, not yet. He gives her a thoughtful look through his glasses.] You’re that worried about strangers after showing up in a strange world yourself?
Sun...glasses.... [It's apparent from her tone that she's never heard the word before.] Then the coloured glass stops the sun from hurting your eyes, and the fabric is just to look interesting?
[With that mystery solved, she turns to his other question. Her tone isn't really much less puzzled by this than by the unheard of sunglasses.]
Why wouldn't I be worried? It looked like you were in pain.
That's right. [He hesitates only for a moment before admitting,] My eyes are very sensitive, so I have to wear these even when there isn't much light, unfortunately. Is this the first time you've heard of sunglasses? They're very useful.
[She must be from the past. Or some world without sunglasses, which is a very specific thing for a world not to have.]
You don’t know me. A lot of people wouldn’t ask that about someone they don’t know, especially with a lot on their mind.
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The glass is green. And there's something fuzzy on the sides....
[It's not what she would imagine glasses looking like. But more importantly....]
Are you okay...?
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The sunglasses they have in this city aren’t like what I’m used to. [Here, there is no Gucci.] I just found some I thought were interesting-looking. They’re strange, aren’t they? With the fabric on the side.
[He doesn’t seem perturbed by the observation. He likes that they’re weird. He doesn’t like his vulnerability to the sun, but what’s he going to do, lie to this baby? No.]
I’m fine. The sun hurts my eyes, even this little sun. But it’s not permanently damaging. [At least, not yet. He gives her a thoughtful look through his glasses.] You’re that worried about strangers after showing up in a strange world yourself?
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[With that mystery solved, she turns to his other question. Her tone isn't really much less puzzled by this than by the unheard of sunglasses.]
Why wouldn't I be worried? It looked like you were in pain.
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[She must be from the past. Or some world without sunglasses, which is a very specific thing for a world not to have.]
You don’t know me. A lot of people wouldn’t ask that about someone they don’t know, especially with a lot on their mind.