Ashira could sense strong thoughts, but she forced herself to block them out, even though it made her head hurt. “Okay,” she answered softly, a little worried over him being so solemn.
Kipp followed her as they started walking again. He stifled a sighed pursing his lips at the curious surroundings, impatient annoyance with himself growing. Getting to know new people was hard. Normally he'd vanish when things started getting awkward, but that wasn't really possible right now.
"I'm sorry, I'm not used to having people know everything I'm thinking." He offered, unimpressed with how lame he sounded. "Just because I think something doesn't mean, that's what I think." That doesn't make sense. "I mean, I don't know what I think, until I've had a chance to think." Did that make more sense? Keep going explain. She'll either understand or she won't. "Then I decide if I want to tell people. Usually I don't." Kipp frowned down at the ground, the long pauses between his sentences sounded weird. "I don't- I mean, obviously you need to read my mind. Or you're not going to be able to communicate." He shrugged uncomfortably, "It's fine if you use your power and know everything." How are you going to say that having someone respond to your thoughts freaks you out, without sounding like a jerk. He bit his lip fixing his eyes on the backs of Ashira's shoes. "My thoughts are a jumbled mess. And there's things that I'd never say, or that I don't want people to know. So, if you could just pretend like you don't know everything that passes through my head, that would help a lot."