Kyle was seated in one of the plush armchairs the training room boasted, and when Luke entered he gestured for the younger man to find a seat. Many of the training rooms were small gymnasiums with myriad equipment, but there were a few designed for comfort that Kyle found worked best when engaging in mental powers of Luke's particular persuasion.
"It's not a problem," he said, waving off Luke's gratitude, but he smiled.
He pushed himself to the edge of the seat, leaning forward with his hands in his lap. He met Luke's eyes expectantly. "So, you want to practice psychometry, yeah? Or rather -- practice not using it. Is that right?"