"The only way you'll learn what you can do and how to do it," she said, because no matter the pain it couldn't be a bad idea, not if it helped him get his power under control. "I think you're doing pretty well."
She kissed his forehead. "I'd notice. Stay here. I'll go get you some pills, and don't tell me that you don't know if they work. We still don't have special Tylenol for mind control migraines. I'll get Sam and G as well. They can help you upstairs and you can stay there in the dark. It's better than lying in the basement. It's only going to take me a moment. I'll be right back okay?"