Foley, 616!Kevin, 616!Josh
Kevin was perched, yet again, on the edge of Foley's bathtub, trying to get his powers reeled back in enough to safely make the trip back upstairs. He knew he was going to catch shit if he was still there when the older boy came back from delivering Eddie to nursery school, but there wasn't a hell of a lot he could do about it the way things were going. His powers were a disaster and they were just getting worse. He shifted to press his fingers more firmly into the shallow gashes he'd carved into his hip, the left one this time, yesterday afternoon, and tried yet again to use the sharp spike of pain and the shocks of power as blood ashed against his skin to focus and pull his powers back in.