[Sam260]

Ocean very carefully settled on Desmond's bed, pulling off his jacket, the hoodie, and the shirt that was underneath. Three layers of clothes were there, mostly to protect and pad his body "Told you... I was training." He was littered in bruises, some older than others, though all were object-shaped rather than fist-shaped "Something has been terribly wrong with just my telekinetic powers..." He inhaled deeply and stared at something on Desmond's floor, seconds later the object rose, wobbled, and then shot across the room - luckily it wasn't anything direly important "The objects... They keep doing that... All of this started when... when you started pulling away from me..." He slowly moved to lay on the bed, clothes falling to the floor and eyes shutting "I don't blame you, but... I don't know what else to say, Des... This started when you stopped talking to me... My telekinetics were getting better when we were together..."