"I'm surprised they didn't, considering how freaked out you must've been." And considering the not-so-subtle color coding Clockworks did with patients and their clothing. Syd wore white stripes, which meant she wasn't a threat (to herself or others), David wore yellow (moderate threat, fancy), and Lenny had worn red, for reasons that made him wonder who Lenny was before... well, before Lenny. Still, the moderate threat level plus an immense amount of oh my fucking God usually meant either drugs or restraint somehow -- or both. Sometimes both. Usually just the drugs though.
Details indeed. Details. "I've been in one and uh, destroyed it by accident." With no real recollection of how it happened, he just knew it'd been ripped and torn in places -- assuming he'd had an episode and blacked out slashing at it somehow. Poor bouncy castle. "Pillows are a small price to pay for your own form of practice," David said with a small smile, figuring Melanie would truly be okay with whatever happened. They had to practice if they were ever going to get any kind of control. Control being the name of the game, the ever-elusive game.
Syd's thoughts, having actively read her mind the least (projected thoughts didn't count) out of anyone, from a basic level of awareness of them sounded like a hum. A hum of her voice, tone changing based on mood. That was as far as he'd gotten, having no interest in invading her privacy in any way, shape, or form. Projected thoughts were one thing, his sometimes noise that kept him feeling okay, but anything else? Off limits. Girlfriend or not, her thoughts were her own. "Yeah, a little like thumbprints. Thumbprints I can somehow understand." Like reading palms, seeing what each crease meant and somehow knowing what it all meant.
"I can think of one person, sadly they know about telekinesis." Otherwise he would love to haunt the shit out of Xavier. Maybe even Emma too. Both of them could use a good amount of intelligent vengeance. Speaking of the English, he laughed at the faked accent and nodded approvingly. "No better way to pretend you did get that Hogwarts letter at eleven."
Once in Melanie's office, he quickly dispersed with the confused looks. "Don't worry, we're not here to crash the party we weren't invited to." Cary merely blinked and motioned to the group to say, "We were just going to discuss something about Division 3, which, by the way, why was I asked to be a part of this discussion?"
Oliver dismissed it with a wave. "I wanted you here for moral support. These kinds of subjects are so dreary and you always lighten up the room, Cary." A comment that had the older man smiling a little as Kerry appeared offering a vote of agreement before settling herself on one of the couches. David, for his part, would be glad to not be a part of that discussion. "We'll let you carry on with all that on your own. I'm just tagging along with Syd." This was her request and her big thing, asking Rudy, who was conveniently standing by the door, leaning against the wall -- looking remarkably relaxed. Mr. Under Control himself.