Tommy sits down gratefully, practically sinking into the couch and twisting to the side so his wings aren't jostled. It still kinda smells like garbage, but who cares at this point? When he feels the glasses being deposited in his palm, he pauses. Oh. These are Boone's glasses. They're not completely dark, aren't they? Not like Tommy's.

He considers it dully for a second, then just puts them on. He's too tired to do anything but pretend that they cover his eyes right now anyway.

"Yeah," he replies tiredly, as he tilts his head up and makes eye contact, pretending with all his heart that Boone can't see his inky black eyes. He blinks rapidly, like there are tears in his eyes. But there aren't. "I got burned. And I thought I was gonna die. And it friggin' hurts." His voice cracks on the last word.