Cal nodded numbly, still not quite recovered from the shock. "Yes... of course." He said softly. "You're a reporter..." He looked calculatingly at Aiden for a moment, and suddenly another horrible thought hit him. Aiden was the one who'd done those articles against people with talents like his, wasn't he? Cal shuddered involuntarily, vividly remembering some of the things he'd said while he was at the hospital after he was sure he wasn't crazy. Back then, Cal had just assumed that everyone around him would write him off as a crazy loon, but if anyone had really listened... what if someone had put it together? What if, while Aiden had been looking him up, someone had mentioned Cal's odd tendency to talk about things before they happened?
The young man drew breath, about to tell his guest to leave, but just as he was about to speak he began to experience that familiar blurriness at the edges of his vision. No! He thought frantically, this can't happen here! Not now!, but in the back of his mind, Cal knew it was useless; he'd never been able to stave off visions before. Mercifully, this one was short. A newspaper was sitting on Calvin's coffee table, folded over so a certain story was visible. Cal saw his name printed there several times, so distinct that each repetition nearly jumped off the page at him, but the rest of the article remained unclear.
Returning to reality, Cal blinked. So there would be an article, whether he kicked Aiden out now or not. And it looked like he wouldn't get anonymity, either. Cal shook his head a little, cleared his throat and sipped at his tea. He was sure that the vision had only lasted a few seconds, and he was betting that Aiden had probably pegged Cal as somewhat eccentric even before he'd walked in the door; hopefully the reporter would simply chalk Cal's odd behavior to a lack of proper medication.
Now that he knew there would be an article, there seemed to be no point in sending Aiden away; he would just have to be careful what he said. Having reached a conclusive decision, a wave of relief swept over Cal, and he settled into his couch a bit more. "I'm sorry." Cal apologized again, clearly regaining some of his previous composure. "I'm all right now. Would you like some tea? This conversation may take a little while; I was at the hospital for quite some time."