“Yeah, y’know, it’s funny?” He tucked his hair behind an ear and looked at the Watcher. “When I’m playing piano, it’s the opposite. If I don’t channel my emotions, it’s nothing. The music’s like…” He searched the air for a good comparison. “Like a heartbeat without a soul. So that’s what I did, I let it out, anything I was feeling, I let it out. Now I have to un-teach myself.” He turned up his palms and stared at the creases and callouses. “Maybe that’s why it’s hard.”

He needed an on-off switch, and he needed to be a better judge of when to let it out – at the piano – and when to hold it in – telekinesis, Valerie – so he didn’t wreck everything.