Commanded via thought

Eric reached up and toward me.

I brushed his hand aside before it could make contact. My arm and hand hadn't moved in the course of the brushing aside. I'd meant to do it and I hadn't.

It had been a brief, natural expansion of my forcefield, a brief, natural movement of an arm that had no meat beneath the skin, no bone beneath the meat, and no and no rejiggered rat or feline DNA in blood, bone, meat, or skin. Above all, it had been a gentle touch.

I wasn't supposed to use my powers, and I'd just used my powers.

"Uh," Eric said, his eyes going wide, the smile falling away, the good humor gone.

"Don't do that," I told him. "What were you doing?"

"Trying to get your attention."

None of that dominance now. None of the steady eye contact.

"You had it. Sudden movement in the corner of my vision? You said you were good at seeing perspectives. Please be aware of mine."

- Sundown 17.6