Of all the things that Damien had expected, that had not been one of them. He'd assumed that it was possible this guy was some sort of telepath like Chloe, that they were creating a mirror effect where their abilities were bouncing off of each other and not able to interact. Of course, there wasn't the weird resistance coming off of this guy that there was off of Chloe, and he wasn't hearing complaints of how his mind was a stabbing gaping hollow of wrongness.
But as his hand froze in mid-air, stopped by an invisible force, Damien felt his heart drop into his stomach as he gaped wordlessly at the other man as he turned to the other individuals present. With a rather unnerving ease, he seemed to break the familiar connection of his ability. Damien was almost too distracted by that to notice the arm linking with his, but the second that his name -- his real name -- left the lips of the other man, his attention was snagged immediately back just as he felt the push in his own mind and his legs started moving of their own accord.
Fuck. Oh, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What had he gotten himself into now?
"What the hell have you done to me?" Damien asked in a hushed whisper, unable to stop or turn away even though he wanted to. God, did he want to. This wasn't nearly as bad as it had been with Mark. There wasn't a weird emptiness settled in his mind. He could still feel the other guy, still feel his ability trying to work, but at the same time... It was doing absolutely nothing. "Please.... Please, stop," Damien said, his voice suddenly quiet and distressed.