I'm not really sure how to explain it, really. Not sure anyone would believe me. [ Beat. ] Hell, I don't know if I believe me some days.

[ Matt knows Frank is reaching out, and stays still next to him, not pulling away as the other man traces the chemical burn scars along the sides of his eyes where his crow's feet are. Most people wouldn't notice them. Then again, most people weren't there when it happened. Frank was.

He offers a small half-shrug with his left shoulder, pulling in a breath and letting it out slowly. ]

I'm---I'm blind, sure, but not completely. It's---like everything else is amplified, to a ridiculous extreme, and it all turns into this kind of feedback that I can make a picture out of.