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As he leaned back in his seat, taking a large swig of the piping hot coffee, it was quite hard for Jason not to notice the rather...loud and obnoxious situation going on on the other side of the room. Seemingly, there was a guy that didn't know when to quit when it came to social interactions, although the girl he was talking to seemed to be unnecessarily rude and annoyed. Although, Jason guessed he could understand why. With the migraine he had when he woke up, he probably would have snapped at the first person who bothered him this morning. Thankfully, it had abated whenever he had bumped into Noelle. Screaming at her wouldn't have felt satisfying.

As he turned his attention back towards Noelle, he noticed her scribbling, once again, in her notebook. It was quite amusing, actually, now that he'd heard her voice for the first time...in a mental, spacey sort of way. It was quite soothing to listen to, if you could ignore the tremors it filled the air with.  “I don’t know how or why it happens… last night I was perfectly normal...” She wrote, and Jason stared blankly at the paper for a moment, his brain lagging behind once he realized something very important. Last night, he was perfectly normal, as well. And then...he awoke with a terrible headache, and easily performed a death-defying maneuver - something he had quickly realized wasn't, in fact, adrenaline. And even now, he could feel the air around him, as if he was sitting in front of a fan...and yet, his hair wasn't flying around. It was getting dizzying, now that he actively focused on it.

So into his thoughts as he were, Jason didn't notice that Noelle was writing once again until he heard the sound of pen against paper. ” I wonder why it’s not affecting you like the rest…” Well, he had a theory...but he kept quiet, waiting for her to finish writing. Buy the sound of the pen, she was beginning to get scared again, and the next words on the paper confirmed this.

“They will arrest me, won’t they?” They couldn't. For one, they had absolutely no proof that she had created all of the chaos - the government wasn't made to deal with...unnatural scenarios such as those, so the policemen of a sleepy town like this one definitely wouldn't know what to make of it all. There was only a very small chance of it being traced back to her. Jason may have been a Philosophy major, but he had to take a few Criminal Justice classes to get where he was. If push came to shove, he'd do what he could.

"They will blame me for hurting all those people... I didn't want ... to..." Her fingers were trembling badly. It truly hurt to see the normally happy-looking girl like this...whatever was happening had to be freaking her out. She probably felt alone...Shit, he really didn't know how to deal with sad and afraid girls.

"Noelle, look at me." Jason said lowly, yet strongly, laying a hand on her own pen-gripping fist, to stop her from writing and thinking of all the worst-case scenarios. "They won't blame you, trust me. Look, I don't know what's happening...but you're not alone." He took a breath, crystal blue eyes turning dull as he prepared to tell her about what had happened this morning.

"This morning, I had a shitstorm of a migraine. On my way out of my apartment, I blacked out, and when I woke up, I was falling over the edge of a flight of stairs." He was talking calmly and quietly, but despite how in-control and cool-headed Jason seemed most of the time, his breath hitched for a second. "I thought I was dead...but then, I felt the wind billowing around me, like it was...protecting me. I landed on one hand, right before I could smash my skull in. My wrist should have snapped, but it didn't. And...I think I flipped at least a dozen feet in the air, before I landed on the ground. Not a scratch on me." Damn, it felt really good to get that off of his chest.

"Thing about it, I was perfectly normal last night, too." He let out a breath after his little spiel, leaning back. As his heartbeat returned to normal, Jason felt the wind around him began to calm down, whereas earlier, it uncontrolled and wild. Cautiously, like a baby taking it's first step, Jason 'prodded' the wind...and a breeze rushed into his coffee mug, knocking it clean off the table.

He barely caught it with his fingertips.
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