After telling his slightly dramatic backstory, and how he ended up living alone and fending for himself at such a young age, Silas sighed deeply. It left him feeling a bit empty, but content, having finally been able to share – and complain about – his story. Silas raised his head from his hands, finally clearly looking at the other man.

“Hm. Hey, kiddo, can I say my true opinion?” Cian pondered.

“Yeah, go for it,” Silas grumbled, knowing he wouldn’t believe him. Maybe I’ll finally get thrown into the loony bin, where I probably should be right now. Silas thought to himself as it dawned on him that he had just spilled his stressed guts out to someone he barely knew the name of.

“Well, that’s overdramatic of all parts,” Cian begun. Silas looked up, confused. He thought the older male was about to yell at him and call him nuts. Cian saw the expression on Silas’ face and quickly continued.

“I mean, first of all – I guess I don’t have another choice but to believe you,” Cian stated, almost turning it into a question. “You literally got me out of a situation we both could’ve easily died in and there couldn’t be any physics that we learnt in science class involved in managing to do that,”

“Second – your parents were total dicks,” Cian met Silas’ eyes again. “Who the heck throws out their own kid like that? And not even directly? Just ignoring him and making him feel alien in what’s supposed to be his safe place? Real big dick move, just sayin’,” he finished.

Silas didn’t expect such a reaction. He had his mouth slightly open and his eyes had become slits. He pursed his lips before looking back at Cian after letting his eyes wander the room a bit.

“Yep, when you say it like that they really acted like dicks,” Silas agreed, chuckling. “Wait, Cian. It was Cian, right?”

“Yup,”

“Uh-huh. How come you literally up and believed me, though,” Silas still couldn’t understand how he took everything so calmly.

“I already said why,” Cian raised his eyebrow and lifted the corner of his mouth in a small smile before he continued, “I actually think it’s pretty fucking sick if you have the power to move stuff with your mind. That’s the stuff you only see in movies,”

Silas looked at Cian, searching for some dishonesty or doubt in his expression, but the man seemed to be a blunt, honest person. The dark-haired man gave up after a few seconds and sighed again at his own lap. He rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, noticing a bit of sweat had accumulated there. He made a grimace before pulling his hand through his curly hair, praying that it was still smooth enough to do just that.

“You’re an odd case, aren’t you?” Silas asked, but mostly stated.

“Says you,” Cian was smiling.

“Yeah, says I. That’s why you really should reflect a bit, dude,” The psychic laughed, throwing his insult back at him again.

“Honestly, I’d rather find out how I can become a superhuman like you instead of reflecting upon myself. But let’s be real, this look can’t be done without doing a whole lot of self-reflection,” Cian threw a bit of his hair over his shoulder and made a small pose while making a pouting face.

“Please – please, tell me you’re not talking about a mirror,” Silas shook his head in exasperation, still smiling.

“What else would I be talking about?”

“Jeez,” They both laughed. They went silent for a bit, both looking out in the room at no particular spot, trying to process their information. Silas was the first to speak up again.

“Wait, you weren’t serious about becoming a ‘superhuman’, right?”

“Of course I were. And I am. If you can teach it away, I guess. Maybe not, that sounds way too easy,” Cian looked a bit dejected, the other man observing him closely, while thinking about the possibilities. When the long-haired man begun looking like a begging dog, Silas made his decision.

“I… I can try,” he begun.

“Really?!” Cian exclaimed. Silas could almost see a wagging tail.

“Don’t get so fired up over three words, jeez,” The psychic muttered. “I’ll teach you on one condition,”

“…What’s that?” Cian glanced suspiciously at Silas.

“That you don’t tell a single soul about this. Not even your parents, or siblings, or… girlfriend? Wife?”

“Do I really look old enough to have a wife?”

“Yup,”

“It’s the hair, isn’t it?”

“And the beard,” Silas added

“Well, I’m the gayest kid in town and I ain’t found a husband just yet,” Cian paused for a second. Then he winked at Silas as he continued, “but I’m on the lookout,”

“Oh, wow,” Silas snorted. “No wife, out for a husband, got it. How old are you, though?”

“I’m only 20.”

“Such a geezer,”

“Yeah, I might’ve lost my cane and reading glasses back on that road, which I remember now once it could slip through my senile tendencies,” Cian huffed. Silas broke into a laugh, probably a bit too loud for how bad that joke was, but Cian joined him not a moment too late.

“Alright, how about I teach you how you find them again, then? Without a word to anybody?”

“Sounds like a deal to me.”