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"Too bad"

"…crackers…" a voice breathed out behind us, "yessss…"

Both of us turned, watching as Chubs twisted around in his seat and settled back down, still fast asleep

I pressed a hand over

"He dreaood dreauess he’s lucky" I looked back at Chubs’s curled up form and, for the first time, realized just how cold it ithout the heat froainst his other arhthe shape they made, the way my thumb appeared to rest naturally on top of his

"If you wanted to," he began, "could you see what he was dreas are private"

"But you’ve done it before?"

"Not intentionally"

"To irls in ht in the motel I’ve been in your head--once Just not in your dreaether "At the rest stop"

It was instinct to pull back, to let go before I felt hio first, but he didn’t allow ht our hands down against his forehead, not looking atsomeone, I mean Is it harder to control?"

"Sometimes," I admitted I didn’t kno to explain it, because I had never wanted to "Sometihts or apulled in if I don’t touch the person Touching them when ht so" Liaain "You knoe firstus I kept wondering if it was so you had been trained to do at your camp, because every time one of us would try to touch you or talk to you, you’d jump like we had shocked you"

"I didn’t want to hurt any of you," I whispered

His eyes flashed open again, soers "Is this okay?"