"18 or so sounds about right. Can't entirely remember anymore, I'm getting too old to do that." Ross scoffed at the thought, smiling for a second as he recalled all the little memories he shared with Lanni when they were younger. "And it was a big relief for me when I finally opened up to her and the kids. It was tough, no doubt about it, but it went over better than I thought. But those were the only people I told, my family that is. None of my friends or siblings know. I mean, is it wrong to not feel the need to tell people? Lanni and the kids were the most important to me and they had the right to know, but everyone else? I just don't know. It's not like I'm flinging fireballs around or turning into a wolf or casting spells or something."
For the most part his tears were beginning to die down. He wasn't sure if it was because he was getting used to talking to Brogan or if constantly talking about all his emotions was making it easier for him. Ross was still feeling miserable, there was no doubt it, but he wasn't as chaotic as he was moments ago. And it was then that Ross realized that, hey, he probably projected way too much of his emotions onto Brogan. Swallowing hard he closed his eyes and tried his best to recompose his emotions to at least not overwhelm the poor guy. "I'm sorry if you felt anything. Guess I'm not as in control of my powers as I thought."