Practice. Stop waiting for it to go away and practice. Brian studied her shoelaces and allowed himself to think about that. Why was it such a hard thing to do?
Ultimately, he came to one conclusion: it meant admitting he had a gift, which made him squirm. He pictured his dad catching him doing it, how pumped he’d be, how he’d tell him that when the world gave you something special, you didn’t squander it. ‘My son,’ he would say, grinning like a doofus, and sock him in the shoulder.
“I got pissed and knocked a car out of my way,” he said. “Most of the time, that’s what happens. I get…” He waved at the side of his head. “I dunno, kinda tweaked and knock something over, break glass, that sort of thing. Seems like the more I do it on purpose, the less it happens on accident.
“How do you know about this stuff?” he asked, redirecting the conversation to Holly.
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Ultimately, he came to one conclusion: it meant admitting he had a gift, which made him squirm. He pictured his dad catching him doing it, how pumped he’d be, how he’d tell him that when the world gave you something special, you didn’t squander it. ‘My son,’ he would say, grinning like a doofus, and sock him in the shoulder.
“I got pissed and knocked a car out of my way,” he said. “Most of the time, that’s what happens. I get…” He waved at the side of his head. “I dunno, kinda tweaked and knock something over, break glass, that sort of thing. Seems like the more I do it on purpose, the less it happens on accident.
“How do you know about this stuff?” he asked, redirecting the conversation to Holly.