David Haller (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} xgene) wrote, |
Yeah. David needed the funnest time. For the time being he was going to let himself have a day, focus on Syd's good day, and enjoy the banter. Including the teasing about his lack of situational awareness, a comment that was served with a quick and eloquent response of: "Psh. Shut up." Best comeback ever.
Taking up his side of the fabric without missing a beat, he grinned as their hands swung back and forth. "Best place would be a padded room. I've been in one of those before, not that I was going to hurt myself when pumped full of lorazepam, but you know, details." It probably would've been fun, all extreme circumstances of hallucination and potential self-harm aside. "Melanie's office seems to have lots of pillows though, we should be okay." Hopefully. Besides, Rudy's power, while considerable, wasn't as... explosive and out of control by nature. Like handling gunpowder -- still dangerous in the right circumstances, but inert if handled correctly.
"He is, but don't tell him I prefer you," he offered on the matter of Rudy's rugged good looks. "Don't want to hurt his feelings." His incredibly well-balanced feelings that made him seem like David's complete and utter antithesis.
As for switching, he thought for a moment. "If you mean in looks, I'd like to think I'd pick up on your mannerisms by now. But if you mean by mind?" That was easy. "Definitely. Everyone... thinks a little differently, from what I can tell. What little I've delved into." Usually it was just a surface scan of strangers, picking out the odd thought in a crowd that was inconsequential, nothing personal or too violating. David still wasn't entirely thrilled to be doing it, but Oliver had impressed upon him, before leaving for their trip, the importance of practice. And even in those barest of glances, everyone had a different method, a different voice, if they had voices at all. Some thoughts were always pictures, others little more than sounds. All of it translated somehow into something he could understand subjectively, but objectively knew were drastically different.
"Does it make me the world's worst telekinetic that I've never read the book or seen the movie?" He asked with a joking wince. "Never got around to either." Books he never got around to period. Not really. David had enough thoughts going on and there never felt like there was any comfort or solace to be found in books -- not for him. The visual stimuli and noise of movies, however, sometimes helped. But Matilda just never seemed to make it on his 'to watch' list. "Think there's anything you'll want to replicate from it while you have the chance? After the dust and feathers have settled from all the pillows you'll throw around?"
As they got closer to Melanie's office, David caught sight of Cary heading in, meaning it was going to be a full house in there. He would almost be worried about it, considering the subject matter of his last meeting with the Birds, but they'd all agreed to keep it to themselves until they knew more. Obviously Syd already knew, so that part was easy, but as long as no one else was dragged in or put at risk, it was being kept confidential for the time being. Thank God.