"Don't look at me like that. You know we have powers. You couldn't think that Savannah was the only one," he said. "There's a reason why we keep telling people to come to me or Callen if something else, and it's not that we like to hear our voices, even if you might think otherwise,"
Derek chuckled. "Then you haven't read any X Men. If you did, you'd know that it's a normal definition. In fact, the mutant gene was often used as an allegory for being gay," he added with a tiny smirk. "You can understand why it doesn't really bother me. We've already established that I should be lynched or being a bi, black son from an interracial couple who works for the government. Really, a little power doesn't seem so bad when you consider my background." He looked at Tim serious. "I'm not afraid. I'm aware of the powers we have and the responsibility that comes with them. I know that I have to work to control my power, to use it in such a way that it's useful without hurting innocents. I'm not afraid, because I won't let it control me, and that's what you're doing. You're letting the fear over your power control you."
He snorted. "Sure you will. Let's not even consider normal body functions that you wouldn't be able to do, like eating, peeing, jerking off," he said, grinning. "So back to that power, your head was exploding, but how did you feel when that happened, or right before? You said your hands felt strange, how exactly did they feel?"