Prompt: Lyle wears contacts.

Lyle had been squinting at the text and holding it very close to his face for the last ten minutes. He was working slower than usual, often having to go back for parts since he had read the label wrong. Brainiac 5 was getting frustrated that his lab partner couldn't keep up.

"Lyle, what's going on today? You're just being so slow." Brainy complained.

"Oh uh, yeah." Lyle replied, smiling and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I can't find my contacts." The brunette admitted.

"Wait, you wear contacts?" Brainy asked in surprise.

"Yep. I can barely see without them. You're just a giant green blur. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to learn Braille." Lyle said, leaving the lab.

Fin.