Ryan sighed with relief when he heard Issac's voice through the window. At least he was starting to grasp some form of control over this ability. An ability that was becoming harder and harder for him to deny. He stood up and dusted himself off from the rust on the fire escape, then climbed through the window.

     Shutting the window and shaking off the cold, Ryan breathed in the scent of Issac's dinner. It was a blissful smell. Simply the thought of a warm meal was the most comforting idea after the day he'd been through, and he couldn't help but feel like he needed to here.

     "Smells good." He said, looking over Issac's shoulder at the burgers he'd prepared. "Thank you."

     He receded out of the kitchen to allow his friends to make their plates first, the least he could do after they had saved his life. He looked back and forth between Issac and Lou. He was unable to explain it to even himself, but something told him he was right where he needed to be. Whatever came next, he knew that somehow the three of them would get through it together.

      He just needed to find a way to discuss his own predicament over dinner. But would they even believe him? Would they be angry that he had clumsily allowed his ability to affect them? He debated in his head while Issac and Lou prepared their plates, but was worried about getting lost in though again. The last time he let his thoughts run wild, his friends passed out.

      "Lou I...." he started, but as he spoke his friends both looked at him, and now he'd lingered so long between sentences he didn't know how to put it. He stopped trying to think and finally just blurted it out. "I think I'm like you....."