"You made..." He runs his fingers over the little things, trying to figure out what they are. Paper. Something too smooth that feels like tape. Slightly fuzzy something that he dimly recognizes as string. His knowledge of Christmas decorations is rudimentary at best, something he's seen from a distance without actually being involved in. But he takes a shot in the dark with it anyway.

"Light? Are these little paper lights? When did you do that? I didn't notice." It's like he was blind before he was blind, and the thought shuts him up, leaves him standing there, lightly rubbing a finger over the surface of one of the decorations.