"That?" She stared at the dashboard for a moment, then down at her hands and back to him.
"Figured you didn't want me making a sticky mess on your dash?" she said, the question that had been bouncing around in her head about his being a murderer itching a little at the back of her brain. She rubbed her hands together, her palm a little itchy as it was sometimes afterwards.
She could see that he wasn't really angry-freaked or scared-freaked or thinking she was a freak, all expressions she had seen on the faces of people who'd seen something similar over the years. No, more curious-freaked she thought as she took a deep breath.
"I can move stuff, do things like that, and other things," she said, deciding this was a time to be honest instead of trying to hide it with humour, and act dumb.
Re: Lost Sleep
Well that was a little silly. He saw it all!
"That?" She stared at the dashboard for a moment, then down at her hands and back to him.
"Figured you didn't want me making a sticky mess on your dash?" she said, the question that had been bouncing around in her head about his being a murderer itching a little at the back of her brain. She rubbed her hands together, her palm a little itchy as it was sometimes afterwards.
She could see that he wasn't really angry-freaked or scared-freaked or thinking she was a freak, all expressions she had seen on the faces of people who'd seen something similar over the years. No, more curious-freaked she thought as she took a deep breath.
"I can move stuff, do things like that, and other things," she said, deciding this was a time to be honest instead of trying to hide it with humour, and act dumb.
"Can I have my hot chocolate back?" she added.