Delayed echo of thoughts to voice always came off as a strange phenomenon. It acted as one of the few things that signaled to Issac that they had not yet said the words out loud. On days where his head cracked open to let too many speak so loudly in his head the echo beat down on him. He appreciated his friend's help and the fact that the man freely said what his mind was speaking anyway.
"I could make your mama proud," Issac managed to tease, pain straining his voice. When Ric set him down on the table, he lay there holding his head with nails digging into the skin at his temples. "Just leave me to die... it would be so much easier..." Some people could be dramatic in the pain they experienced, Issac, on the other hand, tried to joke through it. Migraines were not new, as much as they tend more often done in private. He was not even sure if Ric had ever seen him in one.
Magic could be dangerous, even for those born into it, everything had a drawback and the amount of power wielded could come to blows with ones' own self. Mind magic remained neutral but tricky and energy consuming. If not the migraines, Issac had nightmares that kept him up for days at a time- the boy playing it off as being more of an insomniac than he truly was.
"Ric, would you love me if I drilled into my brain?"