All of these people were open books. Some were happy about it, others hated it. He knew he couldn’t reach all of their minds, those like Dorian and few with mental blocks existed. But those he could get information from he did. Cautiously. They didn’t need another episode like the one they’d had the first night. Those events were rare but they happened to him.
His fingers fell between hers and he moved alongside easily. He was keeping watch on their daughter and also any nearby, always careful. “What’s on your mind, love?” He didn’t read her mind. It felt invasive and he guessed that if she knew he was doing that then there would be blood. Likely his.