Caleb snickers a little, watching him fondly. "Hey, hey, no, I didn't mean it like that," he assures. "I just, y'know. I could tell that you, like, wanted space, or whatever. You could've just told me, though, I mean. My ability doesn't work over the phone, Neilseph."

He stirs the cocoa into the mug, then drops in some cream and puts a dollop of whipped cream on top before bringing it over, along with is own tea.

"Besides, I really am able to handle, like, most feelings, now, especially from you."