There's a look John has that's specifically for calling people out on bullshit and right after those words come out Kaz's mouth, he's fixed with it. But it doesn't last long, just enough time for it to sink in. On the flip side, though, they had come a long way fixing the tattered remains of their relationship since Miller first arrived. They're civil to each other, that counts for something, right? Maybe not enough that John trusts Kaz to tell him the whole truth quite yet, but fhey'll get there eventually.

He hopes.

After the man's fake leg is secured, Boss lingers in his space for a moment longer, observing his eyes now that they're closer. Definitely not cataracts; the whole eye is overtaken with the almost-silver coloring. Maybe it was due to PTSD? He had heard of guys who would go colorblind for no real, physical reason. It was all in their heads. Then again, being colorblind doesn't affect the color of someone's eyes.

John stands, holding is hand out to Kaz to help him up. If he wants to take it he can. If not, John won't be offended. "Could always barter with Hope for some. Just a thought." At this point, he's not against using Hope and Fear for whatever they need. Those two were growing stronger off them no matter what they did. No one in Hadriel could control their emotions for forever. "How's your vision been effected aince the change? Still got 20/20?"