"It's fine, it's a door. It just came off the track," Michael tells him, reassuring him without thinking about it. He knows what it's like to break something and then have to hold your breath and wait for the fallout. It's not the same thing, but still. He wants Kyle to not feel like that.
"I don't know. It's hard to see," Michael says, crouching down more and stretching to reach as far as he can. His fingertips brush something, but it's not close enough, so he shuts his eyes and pulls it closer, trying to be careful. It's stupid, he knows, but he's caught himself being less than cautious around Kyle, sometimes, when it comes to hiding his powers.
It flies into his hand a little too hard and Michael almost loses his balance, the little hidey-hole hiding the movement, hopefully. He sits down, pulling a book box and book out, looking at them curiously before holding them out toward Kyle.
He isn't ready to get in trouble for that, to have to listen to his dad point out how they're guests here and if they can just fix it, it'll be for the best.
Except he's not thinking about that.
Still mesmerized by what Michael can do, even though he takes seriously the trust of having Michael with them. Knowing he's there and that they, Kyle, is willing to do what he can to protect him. He may not be entirely sure about a lot, but he knows he will keep his word to his dad about protecting Michael.
Even if Michael can maybe kick his ass without his abilities and then he has telekinesis so there's that.
For a moment Kyle finds himself caught up in Michael's profile, at how he works to draw the object to him, and he finds himself lost in the soft curls about his face, the concentration... and then he's having something thrust at him and he finds himself blinking.
"What? Oh... Huh..." He takes them into his hands, running his fingers along the cover. "I don't recognize these symbols... except that one." The one he knew was about Michael and his people. About the aliens. "Do you like... I don't know. Feel anything?"
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"I don't know. It's hard to see," Michael says, crouching down more and stretching to reach as far as he can. His fingertips brush something, but it's not close enough, so he shuts his eyes and pulls it closer, trying to be careful. It's stupid, he knows, but he's caught himself being less than cautious around Kyle, sometimes, when it comes to hiding his powers.
It flies into his hand a little too hard and Michael almost loses his balance, the little hidey-hole hiding the movement, hopefully. He sits down, pulling a book box and book out, looking at them curiously before holding them out toward Kyle.
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He isn't ready to get in trouble for that, to have to listen to his dad point out how they're guests here and if they can just fix it, it'll be for the best.
Except he's not thinking about that.
Still mesmerized by what Michael can do, even though he takes seriously the trust of having Michael with them. Knowing he's there and that they, Kyle, is willing to do what he can to protect him. He may not be entirely sure about a lot, but he knows he will keep his word to his dad about protecting Michael.
Even if Michael can maybe kick his ass without his abilities and then he has telekinesis so there's that.
For a moment Kyle finds himself caught up in Michael's profile, at how he works to draw the object to him, and he finds himself lost in the soft curls about his face, the concentration... and then he's having something thrust at him and he finds himself blinking.
"What? Oh... Huh..." He takes them into his hands, running his fingers along the cover. "I don't recognize these symbols... except that one." The one he knew was about Michael and his people. About the aliens. "Do you like... I don't know. Feel anything?"