"Would you have actually answered me?" Considering Kaz's stubbornness these days, John seriously doubted it. The man had barely removed his glasses back in the days they were actually friends; Boss wasn't stupid enough to believe he would now. The only way he was going to get Miller to be upfront with him about these kind of things was to just back him into a proverbial corner.
John wondered idly about those eyes; clearly looking as if they were in a state of total blindness. It made no sense. Kaz could obviously get around just fine and he was making direct eye contact with John now. Were they light sensitive? How far away could he actually see before everything just blurred into swathes of color?
He lost his chance to ask when Kaz went about putting his prosthetic leg on. It's not that the action or the state of his friend's limbs bothered him. He had seen friends in worse physical states and had never thought less of them. What bothered him was the crudeness of the prosthetic. John knew all about Venom's bionic arm, so it was obviously possible to craft highly functional prosthetics. Why would Kaz force himself to suffer walking on that thing? Boss kneels next to his former lieutenant, helping him secure the fake leg whether he wants the help or not. It's unspoken acceptance. "You need better prosthetics, Kaz. You're not a desk clerk, you're a military commander. This damn thing has to be painful to walk around on after more than 30 minutes."
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John wondered idly about those eyes; clearly looking as if they were in a state of total blindness. It made no sense. Kaz could obviously get around just fine and he was making direct eye contact with John now. Were they light sensitive? How far away could he actually see before everything just blurred into swathes of color?
He lost his chance to ask when Kaz went about putting his prosthetic leg on. It's not that the action or the state of his friend's limbs bothered him. He had seen friends in worse physical states and had never thought less of them. What bothered him was the crudeness of the prosthetic. John knew all about Venom's bionic arm, so it was obviously possible to craft highly functional prosthetics. Why would Kaz force himself to suffer walking on that thing? Boss kneels next to his former lieutenant, helping him secure the fake leg whether he wants the help or not. It's unspoken acceptance. "You need better prosthetics, Kaz. You're not a desk clerk, you're a military commander. This damn thing has to be painful to walk around on after more than 30 minutes."