[the venting was good, and the grounding arm around his shoulders helped, a lot. Hell, he hadn't disappeared yet, which is generally the best way for him to deal with anything. Drop off, sneak out, drink some beer in a dark corner of a bar and hope no one bothers him.]

[Seriously, best boyfriend, even if this conversation made him feel extremely guilty because one? You don't fuck with the memory of those you love. Two? You don't fuck with memory, at all. It's messed up and he doesn't LIKE This power. At all.]

[He leaned a bit, into the arm around his shoulders, his free hand pressing into his face harder.]

invisible, sure, that's fine. Intangible is great. Couldn't I have stayed with that? Then I got some fucking raising of the dead in day one and didn't even know it. I can throw a fucking car with a push of a hand. I keep getting these images... of my future, and I got a fucking Ghost father nattering at me over everything. Now I can be the worst of fucking people and rewrite your memory? Did you know I can block bullets now too? Some green glow and bam, fling a bullet off somewhere else.

This fucked up powers game isn't ending and I hate it, Terry. I fucking hate it. [and he sounds the most miserable at this last part] And this? This new shit? Makes me hate it even more. Just let me fucking be normal and I'd die happy.