"No, seriously, since when do you wear glasses?"
She looks at you kinda hurt, and then sighs. "Since I was 13. I need them to read, sometimes. I mean, if it's a label or something I can squint and get by, but to actually sit down and read a book, it starts to hurt after a while."
"How come you never told me?"
"Because I look ridiculous in glasses."
"You look cute in glasses."
"No really, it's like a law of the universe. You can look BETTER in glasses, you can look AS GOOD, but it's pretty much impossible for a girl to look bad in glasses."
"....Seriously? This is like a common fetish?"
"So common it's hardly fetish territory."
"Wow. You aren't fucking with me right? I mean, I know I told you to lighten up a little bit, but...."
"You are seriously worked up over nothing."
"Well that's years of pointless anxiety wasted."
"Like every other teenage girl ever."
She punches you in the arm. "I told Dave I'd let him know when you woke up. You relax, and I'll bring you breakfast when you get back."
"I'm fine El."
"Maybe, but we're still running tests." she leaves.
[ ] Fuck this, I can get my own breakfast.
[ ] Fuck this, I want to go run a Combat Sim.
[ ] Fuck this, I want to go for a walk.
[ ] Wait like you're supposed to, maybe read a book. No reason to upset people already worried about you.