[Quinton Summers]

Quinton knew better than to start diving into family matters with someone he didn't know. He took her explanation to be that Tanya Dawson didn't necessarily have the happiest of childhoods in that particular regard.

The young man only shook his head in response. His family were none the wiser as to just what had driven him away. A need to spread his wings and see the world, gaining some independence along the way was what he assumed they presumed had driven him to leave the way that he did. Perhaps, if his character was different then they might have had some suspected something fishy but given his easy nature, they'd believed his explanations. 

Quinton smiled thoughtfully at the other Meta's words. "Yeesh. Can't imagine what it would have been like for you. Just thinking about my brothers and sisters with powers-" He gave an exaggerated shudder for effect. "Nightmare." He became a little bit more serious as he reflected upon some of the implications. "Still, must be nice to have someone you can talk about it with." 

"Figured it would be safer..." His voice trailed off momentarily before something occurred to him. "For them." He was quick to clarify. "Least they know about all this, the better." Not everyone in the world they lived in was good.

[Tanya Dawson]

"Yeah..."

Instinctively Tanya reaches out to comfort Quinton, stopping her hand dead when she realises she can't do that. It hovers awkwardly between them for a moment before she manages to pull it back. Old habits die hard, and she realises for what feels like the first time how badly she has missed human contact.

She tries to hide the flash of pain that flickers over her face. She hasn't consciously touched anyone since she realised what was triggering her power, everything has been accidental, a brush here, a bump there. She's even taken to wearing long sleeved clothes when she goes to see her mother to avoid the risk.

"Things seem to have gotten a lot more complicated in my life since I got powers. At least that's one thing all of those super hero movies seemed to get right, powers don't actually make anything easier, they just make everything more complicated."

Tanya stays leaning forward, she can't make physical contact, but that doesn't prevent her from being closer to Quinton. "Healing should have made your life on a farm, like, easier. Super memory should mean I could, like, just finish and graduate now."

Her voice catches a little. "I can barely even hug my mom anymore cause I'm afraid of what I might see."

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[Quinton Summers]

Quinton took note of how Tanya felt obliged to stop just a little bit short, suddenly realizing how poor her control must have been if she couldn't even attempt the lightest of touches. He considered her hand painfully for a moment, trying to imagine what life would be like to be afraid of touching another. It would certainly have driven him insane within a matter of days.

"Yeah... I'd do pretty much anything if I could just go back to the way things were." He declared after a short while, considering his own hands for a moment. "I mean, I'm sure there's plenty of people out there who'd kill to be like us- that's sort of why I'm why I don't want anyone to find out about what's happened to me." Inside Quinton's mind, there was some sort of nightmare scenario where he ended up someone's lab rat as they tried to work out how to exploit and reproduce his powers. 

The man hummed thoughtfully, looking at what remained of his coffee, slushing it around mindlessly. He could see the predicament, could relate to it. On more than one occasion, he'd done his best to repress his own powers, cutting himself in the hopes that he could somehow prevent his skin from sowing itself up right before his eyes. He was yet to succeed. The thought however caused a notion to occur to the man. He raised his gaze to consider the young woman in front of him.

"Hey... Maybe you could practice? On me I mean." He opened his hands at the suggestion. "Since you already know a fair bit about me and there's nothing up here I've got to hide. I wouldn't mind if it would help you."