Dustin ignored the reprimand. “How’d you do that?”
Nicolae’s expression softened though he didn’t outright smile. “I reached?”
“Ha, ha,” Dustin deadpanned. “How did you know where to reach? How did you know he was coming? You…you’re,” Dustin pointed, a gesture no doubt lost to the man in front of him, but Dustin wasn’t sure how to say it without sounding rude. He decided to stop trying. “Blind, right?”
“Blind?” Nicolae’s lips quirked. “Never.”
“So you can see?” Dustin frowned. “Or no?”
Nicolae handed Dustin the cup and then reached for his own. “I see,” he said, “that my definition of sight and vision are not the same as yours. Perhaps, Dustin, you are the one who is blind?”