She had heard him, she suspected something. Part of him wanted to grimace but he realized that subconsciously he actually wanted her to know...she deserved to know. He wanted to be able to talk to her about it. He and Francis always butted heads over it...maybe she'd be on his side. Also he hated faking a reason of why he and Francis weren't getting along as well as they used to. He twirled the pasta on his fork but set it down to rest against the side of the aluminum foil container. Seth folded his hands in front of him.
"Chrissy...it's time I told you...everything. You deserve to know, you deserved to know long ago, but...I guess Francis and I didn't want to tarnish you with this," it was true, she was the one good light thing in his life and he didn't want her tarnished by the cynicism and bitterness that he had because of knowing all this time. "First off...can you...do something...something...extraordinary...something...not normal?" He lifted up his hand, "I can erase memories, I focus hard enough I sift through there memories and erase what I want. When I first learned about it...I did some things I'm not proud of...now I'm careful and rarely ever use it. I'd show you but...then you wouldn't remember me showing you."