[It worked out. He didn't take shit and nothing worse happened to him. (Of course, he doesn't know that it was that last unintentional thought, either.)
As far as he knows, it worked, and the little rush of adrenaline from that is nearly exhilarating. Ryan's grinning slightly after John's attention turns away from him, and there's no answer; he's too occupied with the idea that he did it, returning to his seat on the edge of the fountain juuust in case he actually does get dizzy off of this.
This all may or may not kick him in the ass later.
After a minute of silence, though, he can't help but push his luck:]
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As far as he knows, it worked, and the little rush of adrenaline from that is nearly exhilarating. Ryan's grinning slightly after John's attention turns away from him, and there's no answer; he's too occupied with the idea that he did it, returning to his seat on the edge of the fountain juuust in case he actually does get dizzy off of this.
This all may or may not kick him in the ass later.
After a minute of silence, though, he can't help but push his luck:]
...is it just the telepathy thing?