"Of course I can. I'm special. I can do things no one else can cause we're like this." He crossed his fingers playfully and then leaned forward, ruffling his messy hair as he tried to work out what Victor was feeling. A fun yet impossible task. He never really showed feelings. "I've been trying to read you since school and it's just never happened, not once, but sometimes I can tell when things are ... wrong?"

Something was off, Victor seemed -- depressed? Maybe? Hard to tell. Seriously. There was no real strong emotion there.

"What's in your head, Vic? Talk to me."