No, that's not what he wanted to hear at all. Len knows that it's the truth and that sooner or later he's going to have to reach out to the more scientifically-minded for help but it still boils down to asking for help and he's never been good at that. "I've never been one for doctors."
"Something has changed." Reaching out Len pulls a packet of sugar from the little caddy and rips it open, pouring a few grains into his cupped palm. "Been working on this little talent for a couple of weeks now."
When he turns his hand over the sugar doesn't spill immediately to the table. It drifts down slowly as if somehow suspended.
"I need to know what else might have happened to me but I won't wait it out in the Pipeline while Ramon and Wells argue like an old married couple about what I'm turning in to." And that's it. His fear. That something is being done to him and he can't control it, can't see what's coming next.
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"Something has changed." Reaching out Len pulls a packet of sugar from the little caddy and rips it open, pouring a few grains into his cupped palm. "Been working on this little talent for a couple of weeks now."
When he turns his hand over the sugar doesn't spill immediately to the table. It drifts down slowly as if somehow suspended.
"I need to know what else might have happened to me but I won't wait it out in the Pipeline while Ramon and Wells argue like an old married couple about what I'm turning in to." And that's it. His fear. That something is being done to him and he can't control it, can't see what's coming next.