Ross really didn't want to cry, but thinking more and more about his kids only coaxed the tears to come on out. Sniffling a bit, Ross reached for a tissue and tried his best to pat away the tears. It helped for a second, but then the psychic suddenly broke down and began crying uncontrollably. Somewhere in his mind he hoped his empathy wasn't projecting out to Brogan at all, but with how temperamental his emotions were at the moment he had no control over his abilities.
"I wish I could have protected them from the car crash." Ross sat up a bit, chocking on his tears as he spoke up. "Wish I could have told them sooner about not being entirely human. Wish I didn't always have to go home to an empty house where all their stuff is still there. It's just me and no one else. I feel so alone and useless right now."
His head hung low again as he placed his face in the palms of his hands and continued to cry harder. It was hard knowing that a session like this was meant to be healing for Ross, but perhaps it was a step in the right direction.