His eyes, for one, were screaming.
Not in his nature to be a buzzkill, the positive portion of Dallas held out and offered his roommate/business partner/best friend a stupid smile and a silly thumbs up.
“Oh, great! That's great!” Giving in to the burn in his eyes and electing to close them for a while. There was nothing weird about standing with your eyes closed, right?
Maybe it would be too bright to see.
Regarding Hadley's question, a tiny alarm bell signaled in Dallas' mind to play things cool, and using his favorite skill learned from his father, Dallas downplayed the pain.
“Probably both!” Admitted the man, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes again, only making them water more. “Just got something in them, y'know how that goes--eyelashes....metal shavings... sweat.... things.” His voice trailed off quietly hoping his friend overlooked the whole metal part.