"Maybe we do," she said, evenly. Taking a drag, she watched smoke descend above the roof, disappearing over the edge. "We both find places to go when everything gets too -- sharp, right?" Holly gestured to the space.
"And sometimes it's not a space, so much as a thing. A tool." The brunette flicked the red glowing tip of her cigarette.
"I'm guessing you mean without physically touching them. Because when you say with your brain, well, everyone moves things with their brain." Holly smiled at him.
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"And sometimes it's not a space, so much as a thing. A tool." The brunette flicked the red glowing tip of her cigarette.
"I'm guessing you mean without physically touching them. Because when you say with your brain, well, everyone moves things with their brain." Holly smiled at him.