“You seriously pass out easy, old man,” Silas muttered under his breath, stroking his hair back and out of his face. It had only been a couple seconds since Cian dramatically passed out again, but the man was stirring awake as Silas said that.

“I’m not old,” Cian grumbled, his eyebrows scrunching together tightly, mouth turning down.

“You look old. Act old. Apparently, you also have the health of an old person. You can’t possibly call yourself young,” Silas chuckled, teasing the man. Cian grunted in return, before bringing a hand up to rub his face.

“You’re not one to give in easily, are you?”

“Nope,”

“Brat.”

“Yup.”

Cian chuckled before sighing deeply. He sat up, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He opened his mouth before closing it again several times. The frown on his face deepened every time he did that, and in the end, he shook his head before sighing again. Silas raised an eyebrow and cocked his head, wondering what Cian wanted to say.

“I…” Cian begun. Silas urged him to continue. “I have no idea if what I just saw was an hallucination or not, but that was absolutely insane,”

“Uh… What do you mean?” Silas was the one to look confused this time around, raising his eyebrow more and leaning forward. He was seated in the red chair yet again. Cian raised his head and met Silas’ gaze. His eyes looked bewildered, jumping between Silas’ left and right eye. He paused for a second.

“The… colors?” Cian mumbled, before forming a frown between his eyebrows for the nth time. Silas looked at him dumbfounded.

“What colors?” Silas asked. He was getting worried the older man had hit his head or something. Perhaps he had a concussion. Or he was actually going insane. Cian stared at Silas, who couldn’t make out what expression Cian had on his face.

“When you… were ‘showing’ me your - powers,” Cian hesitantly continued. Silas narrowed his eyes. His hair fell into his face again, but he didn’t even notice. Silas had never seen any colors while using his powers, though, so what Cian was saying made no sense to him.

“I have never seen any particular colors while using my powers, though,” Silas

Suddenly Cian’s eyes widened, as if he had realized something. “Oh. Oh-oh-oh-oh. I’m gonna sound crazy,”

“More than you already did?” Silas huffed, but smiled a bit, without really knowing why.

“Yes,”

“In that case, please continue,”

“Do you think it’s possible to actually…” Cian paused once more, looking away for a moment. When his eyes met Silas’ again, the black-haired man saw determination and a slight glimmer in them. “See those powers?”

Silas stared at him. His mind was blank for a moment before it started reeling. He had never heard of anyone seeing powers. But then again, he didn’t personally know any other psychics. For all he knew, it could be a normal psychic ability. Wait, did this mean that Cian was psychic? That dramatic, old-looking, shabby guy? No, it was more likely that the guy was mental.