Ciaran visibly flinched when the voice started in his head again. It was so clear, like he was talking right into his ear - except the voice had changed again, like it didn't belong to the man standing next to him even though he knew that it definitely did.
Suddenly, images joined the words. Familiar images, manipulated in a way that only could be Dan improvising. Except the person in the image didn't look like Dan. Who the hell was that meant to be? Maybe it was him when he was younger, that would make sense. To project yourself as younger than you were.
(but i'm not telepathic?) he shared, ironically, and then shook the thought away. "Yeah, I suppose?"