Grant suddenly broke his grip, facing away from Brent, and feeling dread well up inside him. "Oh. Umm... what colors?"
Brent cocked his head slightly to his right, with a curious expression.
"Um...a very nice golden rim around the outside edge of your iris of both eyes, and when they change -- your irises change to a sort of blueish gold."
He stepped closer, reaching out with his hand. "Why? What's wrong?"