“I can sense you insulting me in your head, kiddo,” Cian grumbled, crossing his arms, and falling back into the cushion. He knew it was a bad idea to ask the guy about that. It was an impossibility. Cian concluded he was simply insane, and hallucinating on top of that. Maybe he died when that truck hit him, and this was the after-life?

“Yup. I was. And no, unfortunately, you’re still alive,” Silas was the one to sigh this time.

“Great,” Cian spat, “I’m just insane, then,” Meaning to throw his head back in defeat to make a point; he was only met by a hard crash into the wall. He yelped and rubbed the back of his head. Apparently the kid had moved the furniture in the room back into place the short while Cian had been out. Said kid was staring at him, his gaze intensely focused upon the long-haired man.

“Before concluding anything, there’s something I’d like to try,” Silas muttered, almost to himself.

Cian met the other man’s stare, meaning to tell him off, but was cut off by the same string of light as he had seen earlier flowing out from Silas’ fingertips. The strange light twirled towards Cian, who instinctively backed away, before shooting off towards the TV. Before he knew anything else, the television turned itself on. Or, to Cian, it actually had been the green light touching the electronic device that had seemingly switched it on.

“Interesting,” Silas was fascinated, as his voice revealed. Cian looked back at the younger male, who was leaning forward, almost at the edge of his seat. He had probably been watching the shabby man’s face – or eyes – the whole time. Cian raised an eyebrow at him.

“How could you not see that?” Cian questioned, gesturing towards the TV. “It was clear as a day. A light – no, more like a string – with dots or something around it going all floaty towards the TV, and then – poof, it turns on,” he explained, wondering how the other person didn’t even notice it.

“I said I could try something, didn’t I?” Silas smirked, pleased with his own effort. “I’m concluding that you’re not insane. Perhaps a bit, tripping onto the road – but that’s got nothing to do with this,”

Cian didn’t say anything, staring blankly at the green-eyed boy with raised eyebrows. He had expected the kid to just send him off to a sanatorium just a minute ago, but there he was, seemingly giving another explanation. Silas pointed at the reddish-brown-haired man and grinned.

“You, my friend, are a psychic.”

The blue-eyed man’s gaze was still blank. He was the one who had suggested it, but there he was – not believing it when it came from someone else’s mouth. It did sound insane, he had to agree with Silas on that one.

“Nope,” Cian stated, pulling the corner of his lips down while shaking his head.

“Yup,” Silas retorted. “You’re most definitely psychic. And someone I would never have expected it from.”