[He almost argues, but as if he knows that he won't take a refusal Kaz sits this time. (Maybe years ago he would have shoved him off, but now he's more aware.)] I'm used to it. [He says, despite letting him look.]

Got it on the ship. Not really anything like it available at home. Don't know what I'll feel like if I don't get to keep it when I go back.

[There's that one hint of doubt, that despite his determination, his constant uphill struggle, his demand to fight, that after making peace with so many things he might be reduced to half a man again. He's lucky that the glasses always do their work, hiding whatever uneasiness he carries behind them.]

[Good thing this man doesn't know what he's going back to.]