He's not sure he wants to talk about this. He's pretty sure that instead he wants to comment on how the bed is big enough for two and the day's been long enough to earn distraction... but for once he bites his tongue there and takes a seat in the chair.

"I don't know, exactly. I've always been good with animals and plants. Then one day, when I was around 12, I realized it wasn't just me. That there was something else to what I was doing when the horses were ill, and I got better at it as I practiced it. I realized what it was fairly quickly, but I help with it." His voice is starting to get angry so he breaks off and shrugs. "Then I used it in front of my family on accident and ran. There it is. That's my story."