[Henry goes wide-eyed the moment he sees that invisible force connect against Alec’s face, and how he stumbles backward like he’d been shoved. He stares, his stomach dropping. He’s never… done that someone else before. The most he’d managed was making a book hover a few inches off his desk, and even that had been a strain.
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But this? He had felt so— agitated. Is that why—?
What are you, crazy?
Henry snaps out of it, shaking his head.]
No, I… That wasn’t…
[He’s ducking down to pick up his sketchbook.]
You must have tripped.