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CWE24: Fixed It!

Why are Jim’s green eyes blue in Bob-White Cave? (#11)

Trixie got back to the apartment she shared with Jim after an evening shift at the police precinct. Who knew you had to be twenty-five and have three years of supervised experience before you could get a private investigator’s license in New York? It worked out, since Jim had about the same amount of time left in graduate school.

She found him in the bedroom, leaning back against the headboard, with his laptop on his knees. “Mmm,” Trixie hummed. “I’ve had this fantasy before.”

Jim glanced up, startled. “Hi, baby. I didn’t hear you come in.” As he processed her words, his eyebrows rose. “Really? Me doing homework does it for you?”

Trixie laughed, crawling onto the bed with him. “It’s the glasses, I think. Kind of the female version of the sexy librarian thing.”

“The glasses?” Jim repeated, incredulously.

“Mmhm,” Trixie affirmed, moving to kiss him.

Jim kissed back for a second before pulling back. “Let me save and put the laptop away. Losing all the work I did while you were on shift would ruin the mood, at least for me.”

“Party pooper,” Trixie teased, but sat back on her heels to let Jim put away his laptop. She ran a finger along the side of his head, above the earpiece of his glasses. “You don’t wear glasses, hardly ever.”

Jim nodded, wrapping arms around her to pull her on top of him. “I get screen fatigue sometimes. I guess I’m more sensitive than most? The optometrist tried to get me to use contacts with a filter that was supposed to help with that, but … well, I’m not meant to be blue-eyed.”

“Is that what that was about?” Trixie asked. She’d hated the blue eyes, and had been relieved when that had resolved itself. Jim was still pretty sensitive about things back then, so Trixie hadn’t asked him what was going on at the time.

Jim nodded. “Yeah, the doctor said the tint from the filter is only really noticeable for those of us with green eyes. So, the alternative to blue eyes is to take out my contacts and use these glasses, which have the filter on the lens, when I’m struggling with too much screen work.”

“Like your thesis.”

“This thesis would be the death of me without these glasses,” Jim admitted. “Rather have contacts, though. Maybe I’ll put Brian on it, see if he can convince one of his classmates from med-school to make screen-friendly contacts that won’t turn green eyes blue.”

Trixie giggled. “I have to admit, I hated you with blue eyes.”

“Me too,” Jim said rubbing his nose against hers. “Though, if I’d known the glasses would make you climb all over me like this, I’d probably wear them more often.”

“Probably for the best you didn’t know, then. Otherwise, we might not get any work done, either of us.”