Oh God, this what he was afraid of, after total rejection. "I'm not," he protested. He grabbed her hand and placed it over his cold, still heart. "Becky, I'm dead. I died the same day Robbie did. This thing that Anders turned me into, it's slowing destroying what's left of me in there. You shouldn't have to watch that."
And that had been a mistake. He should have known better than to grab someone when he was emotionally freaking out. Especially when they were too.
Colin let go and lurched into a corner, curling up as the vision hit him. More to protect her from him if it was something that would set him off.
It wasn't bad, luckily. He could see Amy sitting up on a blanket, beating some frilly doll into the ground and babbling happily. Then somebody walked by with a dog and she took off after him, crawling through the grass and dirtying up her ridiculously pink jumpsuit before Becky grabbed her.
Okay, that wasn't so bad. It made him heartsick, but it wasn't that bad. He started relaxing, not really wanting to explain but knowing he had to. In a minute. For now, he wanted to enjoy the rare calm in his head.