“Oh uh…” He seems a bit surprised by the question, his hand going up to rest on and scratch at his chin contemplatively. He looked like he was struggling to have an appropriate answer to give, leaving the two of you in a long period of silence.
You really didn’t understand why it was such a difficult question, did he have some form of heterochromia? Did he not know his own eye color? Or maybe his eyes chan-
“I don’t really…. Uh- have eyes, Haven’t for a while.”
Your thoughts stopped in their tracks. You guess he figured that wasn’t important enough to bring up, and well, you aren’t owed that information but… things don’t… line up, he’s looked at you, and other things before, right? But if he doesn’t have eyes, wouldn’t that mean he would be blind? And… If so, how… were you be able to feel direct eye contact? Were you just assuming? No- No you felt it and-
Before you could speculate further on his lack of eyes, he disrupts your thought process yet again. Giving you the information you asked in the first place.
“When I did though, I’m pretty sure they were always Green.”