{ once there’s a slippage, it isn’t easy to recover from it, especially when in the presence of someone rather perceptive. it could be either of them. it’s easier to sit back and listen, to try and understand those that he’ll have to see on occasion. they don’t have to get along, but louis has always attempted.

what tumbles out is a low chuckle. it tickles him since there’s a far cry from these abilities to what he can already tell is henry’s mastery over being psychic. so excuse him that he isn’t phased, that there’s an even more complicated edge of wonderment to find the familiar in ways he didn’t expect. it’s not to be mistaken with fondness. }

I’m used to only having one person in my head at a time. I don’t make a habit of using my ability. Consider me rusty. There’s something about this place that is frustrating, yet cathartic. Let me guess, you’ve been here longer?