[koby keeps weird hours, disjointed and sporadic, and while it's a coin toss whether he's awake in the library or his and quentin's suite, today it's the former. the message gets a long, thoughtful stare, before koby sighs and --
there. an unseen push, careful fingers sinking into the shifting, swirling, near-liquid shape of danny's mind, his thoughts, like submerging a hand in smoke or oil or tar. koby lingers there for a moment, his own presence blush-pink and flaring like the sun on a still sea, unseen fingers curling, uncurling. then:]
It doesn't work that way. I can tell where you are, what you're feeling, but not actual thoughts.
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there. an unseen push, careful fingers sinking into the shifting, swirling, near-liquid shape of danny's mind, his thoughts, like submerging a hand in smoke or oil or tar. koby lingers there for a moment, his own presence blush-pink and flaring like the sun on a still sea, unseen fingers curling, uncurling. then:]
It doesn't work that way.
I can tell where you are, what you're feeling, but not actual thoughts.