oh my god i want a keurig this is mean
"Me? No. I didn't get the shot." Lucky. He'd only skipped it out of a desire to stay home instead, to avoid a needle and lines and inevitable awkward contact. If he had gotten it, what would've happened? Unintentional projections would be disruptive, but not very damaging. Amplified psychometry, on the other hand, would drive him out of his skin.
He gave his hands another quick wash before he set to the coffee, moving around the kitchen with an ease unusual for him. He felt more confident in kitchens, even those that weren't his. "Well, if it died down in the students, maybe it will die soon for you too. Everybody is looking ragged lately. Maybe the holiday will help? Time to rest, fewer people... Maybe you'll stop having eyes everyplace."
What was that like, seeing without seeing? Unnerving, he guessed. Like walking through a dark room with just enough light to see the shape of things, but not the details. He put the first pair of buns onto the pan, listening to the quiet hiss before he spoke again. "You think it's just bad luck? The vaccine doing this?"