Foley...possibly Eddie
He was pretty damned sure he was going to come right out of his skin soon if things kept on as they were, and the scary thing was, that might be literal. It took more and more of his focus every day to keep his powers reeled back beneath his skin, more and more focus to keep even the inorganics touching him intact. He'd realized by the beginning of the week that he needed something to help him focus, to keep him from drifting off and letting his powers reach with potentially disastrous results.
He'd asked Josh to help him at first, but...that had been wrong in so many ways. Neither of them got anything positive out of Josh inflicting pain on him, and making any part of the time they spent together about dealing with his issues with Foley just- It wasn't right. What he needed was something to help him maintain his focus when Josh wasn't around, and he could handle that well enough himself; it wasn't like he didn't have plenty of tools to hand to do the trick.
He'd kept it simple; a couple of long, shallow gashes at his hip where they wouldn't be seen but he could feel them every time he moved. Where he could easily dig his fingers in for an added jolt if he needed it. It wasn't perfect, but it helped, especially when he was stranded alone with Eddie in Foley's room, reminders everywhere but Foley himself gone. Off amusing himself by fucking his way through the whole god damned flatscan population, as far as Kevin knew. Wasn't like the fucker had told him jack shit about his life even before he'd decided to cut him out of it entirely.
He made it through Eddie's evening routine well enough, though he lost his place in Eddie's bedtime story often enough the toddler pronounced him sleepy and told him it was bed time for them both. He was happy enough to turn off the light and curl around him in the darkness, though sleep never came. There were too many memories, and too much of Jo- of Foley everywhere around him and he eventually slipped out of bed before his restlessness, or the intermittent accumulation of ash in the bed around them, could wake Eddie up.
He dug into the tender spot at his hip with shaking fingers as he stumbled to the bathroom in the dark, breath coming in shallow, shaky gasps. He didn't bother to flip on the light as he bent over the sink and splashed water onto his face, then leaned heavily on the vanity, forearms propped on the cool surface as he tried to collect himself. It wasn't working, though. It had been almost two weeks and Foley hadn't so much as looked at him other than to hand Eddie off. Touching of any kind was completely off limits.
His hands began to shake worse as he remembered all the time he'd spent in here, with Jo- Foley. With Foley. How close it had seemed to something dangerously like normality before things had gone completely to hell. Again. He didn't even realize how badly his power had started to stretch until he heaved in a ragged breath and filled his mouth and nose with drifting ash, and he slapped a hand against his hip with a choked off sob, forcing himself to focus on the physical pain. It took entirely too long before he was sure his power was dialed as far back as he was capable of getting it, and then he brushed a hand down his front, feeling bits of the t-shirt he'd worn to bed falling away in powder, before he finally flipped on the light.
The state of the bathroom was about as bad as he'd expected, with a thin layer of ash coating the top of the vanity and the fixtures, and a dull stretch of paint stretching from the floor to his head height on the nearest wall. Foley was probably going to have kittens over it when he noticed. A glance up showed that part of the mirror over the sink had been effected too, the bottom edge looking almost like it had been etched with acid, and he reached out with a sigh to run his fingers over the glass...and got an idea.
He brushed off the counter top then hauled himself up to sit on the edge, legs crossed and bare feet propped in the sink, then leaned forward to rest one finger tip on the bottom edge of the mirror. He'd done something similar with metal in his studio, and if he was focusing on this then his power shouldn't be stretching anywhere else. Slowly and carefully he dragged his finger along the glass, watching a faint trail of ash appear in its wake.
He didn't know what time he'd started, but morning found him still sitting there, putting the finishing touches on an elaborate geometric design that now ringed the entire mirror. It was graceful and delicate with a remarkably organic feel to it, though something indefinable was...missing. Some balance that would have taken it from being a remarkable piece of workmanship to a true artistic masterpiece.