Julian's eyebrows lifted when Adrian's legs helped themselves to a large portion of his lap in such a casual manner and he gave Adrian a look that clearly said "comfortable?" in a semi sarcastic way. Only not. He cleared his throat and tried to relax because his mind kept circling back to Arkady's words about how his life was short and he shouldn't waste it.
"Not really," Julian remarked with a shake of his head. "Every thing I touched would set me off. One in particular gave me what the doctors referred to as an epileptic fit, cracked my head open and everything. Very dramatic." He sipped at his beer and ran his fingers through his hair and over the lingering scar. "Had test after test, but the doctors couldn't say what was wrong with me. My folks gave the find out what's wrong with our son thing a good shot for a while then got bored or had more pressing matters to attend to." He tipped the bottle back and drained what was left of his beer, eyes focusing on the amber glass clasped within his fingers and palm. "Spent a large part of my teenage years in layers upon layers, trying not to spaz out." Other people's words, not his. "Then I figured, fuck it and spent a few more years overexposing myself to objects until I could finally get a grasp on this power of mine. Be the one in control, not the one controlled by it."
He shrugged. "Folks thought I was doing drugs so employed the shrink approach again. Got away from them as soon as I could by going to College. Carnival rolled into town and the rest they say is history." It was a watered down history, but Julian wasn't that great with drawing attention to himself.