Fiona/Calvin
Calvin knew that he'd sort of gotten off the the wrong foot with Fiona, in a sense. Asking her if she was okay in his journal (and completely out of the blue at that) was a rather inauspicious way to start a friendship. It made him look creepy. Calvin supposed that he kind of was creepy, though - and he'd becoming even more so as the days went by. As he practice with his power, Calvin was starting to get used to knowing that certain things were going to happen, and sometimes he even caught himself saying strange things because he'd forgotten that other people didn't necessarily know what he did. He'd have to try his best with Fiona. Especially because he was sure he'd be seeing her again. He wasn't exactly sure why, maybe it was just that she was pretty, but he really didn't like the idea that she might not think well of him.
"I'm..." Calvin was about to respond, but familiarity suddenly took over. He looked at Fiona out of the corner of his eye, he saw the punch fall, saw her jaw drop. There it was, that look of horror. Calvin had no idea what was causing it, but why was secondary. All that really mattered to Calvin was making her feel better.
It wasn't like Calvin to follow this far less logical part of his brain, but if there was anything that the past few weeks had taught him, it was that sometimes logic had to take a back seat, particularly where his power was concerned. And so Calvin didn't think twice before catching Fiona's now free hand in his and holding it tightly, inching a little closer to her in a protective gesture. "It's okay, Fiona," he told her soothingly. "It's okay. I've got you."