His face showed pure confusion after hearing your words.

“What do you mean?” - he asked, trying to hide his growing concern. — “I have excellent eyesight.”

These words sounded so ridiculous that you could hardly contain your smile. Indeed, why does a healthy man need glasses? After all, he is only 36 years old, not 70! But still, the fact remained: he couldn't make out the writing on the can of food again, and this couldn't help but worry you.

“It’s just dust on the glass,” he continued to insist, clearly trying to convince himself more than you.

The man seemed to stubbornly refuse to admit the obvious. He preferred to endure the discomfort, squint and strain his eyes, rather than accept that age was taking its toll. For Arthur, it was like a premature capitulation to time, although objectively he was worried about very minor changes.

Glancing at you, he raised an eyebrow, noticing your tense expression.

“Why are you looking like that?”

And then Arthur caught the direction of your gaze - right at the door of the doctor’s office. It only took him a moment to guess your intentions.

“No,” he answered firmly, rejecting in advance any possibility of visiting a doctor.