Brogan definitely had a point about the little things crawling under his skin. Didn't people say all the time to not sweat the small stuff? So much for that. Ross couldn't help himself if there was a tiny reminder lingering about in the world that alluded to one of his kids or Lanni. With time he could perhaps overcome that hurdle, but for not he had to learn to deal with it.
At the mention of the supernatural qualities, Ross perked up a bit. He had never met someone else who was as open about themselves like that, or at least not in a long time. Back when he was admitted to the mental ward in New York, the doctor who treated him was also a psychic, but since then Ross never truly found anyone else like that. And here he was venting to a werewolf about his emotional problems. At least Ross didn't feel uneasy about coming out as a psychic anymore. Not to mention Brogan's willingness to help out with Ross' empathy made him that more hopeful.
"Well then, that's rather relaxing to know." He smiled and nodded. "My siblings and parents had a hard time dealing with me being 'different' or what have you. Don't really talk to them about it, or anyone for that matter. I guess I never truly had a reason to, you know? I mean-" And once again his mind went back to his family. After a brief pause, he let out a sigh and continued. It was the only way things were going to get done. "I didn't actually tell my wife and kids about it until the Light of May. The two little ones thought it was amazing, but my oldest daughter was completely livid, thinking that I was spying on her all the time or manipulating her emotions. My wife was scared at first, then came to terms with it. We all had an agreement that I wouldn't use any of my powers on them for any reason at all."
Ross slumped back into his seat some more, trying to recompose himself before going on. "If I concentrate hard enough, I can go into a trance state. From there I can see anything I want to, more or less. Past, present, future, it doesn't matter. I don't do it often - actually, I don't like doing it often - but I can't help but wonder if I should really go that far to wonder what happened to my family that night. I mean, I know it was a car accident, but-" He stopped himself again, fluttering his eyes while trying to fight back the tears. "But I just want to see their faces again. I was suppose to meet them at the airport that night and last I heard from them was a lame, rushed phone call. I feel miserable for knowing I was there with them. Maybe I could have saved them or something. I just don't know. I don't know if going back to that point to see what happened would be crossing the line on their trust, even though their gone.:
Hanging his head low, Ross rubbed his eyes, desperately trying to rid himself of any tears. It didn't matter anymore. Only several more minutes of talking and he was going to lose it.