Sal hadn't meant to do it, it just happened. Okay, maybe he did want to but he wasn't going to. Eye contact is just... tricky with him.

When he makes eye contact he can mess with the person's head.

He can somewhat read their mind, not like a book, he can't explain it exactly. He can 'speak' in their heads, though he's not sure exactly how to do that. Lastly, he can control them, make them do simple actions.

He needs eye contact to do all these, so he avoids it.

It'd been a few hours since he unintentionally looked into Larry's head, and called his thoughts gay, and he can't stop thinking about it. At least he hadn't said it out loud, but how freaky must it be to suddenly hear your friend's voice in your head?

He'd convinced himself that he'd made Larry flirt with him, even though he knew he had to speak it to get someone to do something, but surely Larry didn't do it on his own accord, especially with how confused he was about his actions. Sal figured he must be getting more powerful... somehow. No witch around had the same ability and none had mentioned knowing much about it, so he wasn't sure how most things worked, maybe he could just get more powerful with time.

This is supposed to be the shit his mother would teach him about, but unfortunately Sal seems to have a knack for pissing off other witches so that is no longer a possibility.

"Hey, dude! Snap out of it." Larry snapped his fingers in front of the bluenette's face, causing him to jump back, off the bean bag and onto the hard floor with a thud.

"Fuck— that felt like I broke my ass." He brought a hand to his lower back, feeling a dull pain from the collision.

"You were in your head, totally blocking me out and shit." He hated the look Larry had in his eyes. It made him feel guilty, which only made him irritated, he had no reason to feel guilty. Larry was worried about nothing, everyone was worried about him for nothing. He'd tell them he was fine but they always pried.

"Don't get frantic, I didn't skip a pill or anything." The irritation was evident in his voice, he must sound like an asshole.

"I never said—"

"You were thinking it." Sal pushed himself off the ground with a huff. He subconsciously chewed on his already dangerously short nails, cringing at the feeling of chipped nail polish on his tongue mixed with the slight tang of blood.

"Well I'm sorry I get worried about my best friend, you're not known to be very responsible!" He didn't have to look to know Larry was glaring. There was a shuffling as the brunette went to stand as well.

"Fuck off, I'm almost an adult!" The shorter took a step back, arms falling to his sides. God, their relationship was fucked, they fought too much. Neither wanted to address it, simply hoping the other would bring it up instead. "...If something were wrong I'd know and tell you, okay?"

Larry huffed, clearly not convinced but not willing to push it anymore. "Okay, fine."

There was a moment of silence where Sal began biting his nails again, cursing lowly at the shooting pain when he bit too far.

"It's just... You can't blame me for being worried about you sometimes, especially with the last few days. When you act strangely like this I get reminded of a few months ago and now knowing that blonde guy exists just makes me more worried because there's obviously stuff I still don't know." He looked up and made brief eye contact with Sal, I'm making him upset... "You know you can tell me anything, I'm not just saying that, I mean it... Really."

"Yeah, dude, I know. I'm fine, I promise there's nothing more I'm keeping from you. I was trying to forget about Kaylen so I never thought to mention him at all, I didn't want to rant about his total asshole-ness to you when you'd fight Travis just for staring." The bluenette joked, earning a grin from his friend.

"Damn right!" He have a toothy grin, following a chuckle. He was cute, especially when he was goofey and joking like this. Sal wished it was like this more, like when they first met, but now their friendship was just keeping each other from making stupid decisions. "But you could totally vent about your crummy relationships with me any day, I'll scare all your boyfriends into treating you right."

"Aw, you're like a dad in the movies." Larry made a face of mock disgust, shaking his head slightly, making Sal laugh.

"Nah, more like an older brother." Larry crossed his arms after thinking, seeming happy with the title.

"Same principal."

"Except I'm not old." Sal just rolled his eye, shoving Larry's shoulder playfully.

"Whatever, you're ancient." Larry laughed while bringing a hand to his chest, trying to look hurt though his laughter.

"I'm only like 9 months older."

"And I'm old as hell, it's a wonder I'm still alive." Sal lightly shoved Larry again, only to have his friend grab him to pull the shorter teen to his side.

"Shut up." The brunette wrapped an arm around his friend, holding him still while ruffling his blue hair, which was uncharacteristically untamed and down.

"You're a dork!" Sal shook the hair from his eyes to look up at the other, who held him in an inescapable grip. The two stared at each other as their laughter died down and Sally became more aware of his bare face and their close proximity. Larry's eyes were looking over his scarred face and he felt his cheeks heat up.

He didn't feel as uncomfortable as he usually did without his prosthetic, he had almost forgotten that he wasn't wearing it. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Larry poked his cheek and laughed, making his face heat up more.

"You flustered, dude?" Sal looked away, puffing out his cheeks and pouting like a child. He would do that under his mask so much that he didn't realize how childish it must look until Larry laughed again.

"No!" He awkwardly crossed his arms over his chest while still in his friends unfaltering hold.

"I understand why, I'm just too perfect." Sal stuck out his tongue while his friend smirked to emphasis his point. If he was honest, he thought Larry was attractive. Like, the guy was really hot.

But he'd never say that, even if Larry thought the same about him they couldn't possibly be together or anything, it'd never work out. Heck, their friendship comes close to collapsing so many times it's shocking it hasn't completely shattered into a thousand, unfixable pieces.

He locked eyes with Larry for a second and he swore he saw the brunette blush somewhat. The taller teen's grip loosened just long enough for Sal to slip away with a triumphant yelp.

"Ha!" He jumped back with a playful laugh. "I escaped!"

The brunette just rolled his eyes with a smile.