"Can you have your hot chocolate back," he repeated slowly, reasonably, as if he hadn't just witnessed an act of telekinesis worthy of a Stephen King novel. Brian swallowed. "Well, that depends. Do you like the taste of dashboard dust?"
He handed it over, but made no move to take his foot off the brake. The disbelief was somewhat muted by his long-standing suspicion that such talents existed alongside abilities like his. It wasn't normal to pick up an old shoe, for instance, and know that it fell off someone's foot while fleeing a robbery. But suspecting wasn't the same as knowing, and knowing wasn't the same as observing it up close and personal in his van.
Jesus Christ, who had he picked up?
He rubbed his hands over his face and laughed nervously.
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Re: Lost Sleep
Date: 2016-01-27 05:24 am (UTC)He handed it over, but made no move to take his foot off the brake. The disbelief was somewhat muted by his long-standing suspicion that such talents existed alongside abilities like his. It wasn't normal to pick up an old shoe, for instance, and know that it fell off someone's foot while fleeing a robbery. But suspecting wasn't the same as knowing, and knowing wasn't the same as observing it up close and personal in his van.
Jesus Christ, who had he picked up?
He rubbed his hands over his face and laughed nervously.