The only thing that made Mason waver in his belief that the other kid wasn’t just fucking with him was the fact that he was spluttering. God, Mason wondered if he looked like that when he was caught off guard.
“Look,” he said finally. “My powers are turned off so I’m not fucking with anyone.” He indicated the bracelet around his wrist that had been clamped onto him alongside the implant they’d injected into the back of his neck like he was some kind of domesticated animal or a feral one they were trying to tame. “So either explain why the fuck you have my face or drop the act completely. It’s fucking weird.”