Cian snorted. He had crossed his arms over his chest, closing himself off. Great. Now he’s in denial-mode, Silas thought while rolling his eyes.

“Was that an insult?” Cian cocked his head at the dark-haired man.

“Eh-… more like an,” Silas paused, pursing his lips. “Observation,”

Cian chuckled a bit before his face fell. He was thinking. A lot. The mere pressure of his thoughts gave Silas a headache.

“Dude, I said it earlier, please cool your head,” Silas rubbed his temple with his index finger. “I know you don’t believe it yourself, and I barely believe it, but from what I can see – and hear – you’re not hallucinating or anything,” The older man raised an eyebrow at Silas again, waiting for what more he had to say. Silas scratched his neck and huffed.

“I actually haven’t met any other psychics before, so I seriously have no idea what other powers people out there have. I’ve been living on the down-low, trying to not attract any attention,” Silas explained. “And since your eyes moved in the exact direction I was sending my powers, it’s pretty unrealistic that it would be a mere coincidence you saw something,”

Cian seemed to falter a bit, his resolve to deny everything collapsing. He shrugged his shoulders.

“It just doesn’t make any sense,” The long-haired boy frowned. “I’ve never seen anything like that before. I haven’t moved stuff around with my mind or whatever, or nothing. Like, why can I suddenly see that?” Silas frowned as well, scraping his mind for theories.

“Well… there’s only one thing that does make a bit of sense,” Silas begun. “When you were about to die, I…” he looked down at his palms for a moment before meeting Cian’s eyes.

“You – what?” Cian questioned.

“I don’t really know, but something happened there,” Silas looked back at his hands. “It was like a jolt of – not to be cheesy, but – a jolt of electricity in my shoulder when we first bumped into each other. Then, I just moved on total impulse to grab you and get you out of there, and got another of those sparks. But I don’t know what it was, like at all,”

Cian scanned Silas’ face with doubt dripping off his own expression, seemingly looking for the lie, but finding none. He then stroked his hair out of his eyes, stopping his movement when his hand was on top of his head.

“I have no idea either,” Cian sighed and chewed on his lip. “I only know that this isn’t normal at all,”

“Yeah, you don’t say?”

Cian looked pointedly at Silas, not impressed with the sarcasm. Cian gave a bit of a half-sarcastic smile in return.

“At least I can believe you now,” Cian said.

“Don’t tell me redecorating my whole apartment without touching anything wasn’t enough for you?” Silas gaped.

“Yeah, yeah, it was more than enough,” Cian snickered. “But I never expected myself to be… psychic? I still don’t entirely believe that bit,”

“You better start believing soon, darling, because you’ll have a lot more to deal with in the near future.” Silas warned, his eyes and voice going dark, and he noticed Cian physically shivering. The man looked a bit frightened, so Silas decided to go easy on him.

“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, I’m hella tired,” Silas said, just as he yawned. “We gotta get some sleep, both of us. It’ll be a long day tomorrow.”