"Maybe it'll be easier for me to share it," Joel says with a nod, excited by the prospect. Spencer had shown an easy propensity for brewing that potion and at the time Joel had been sure he wouldn't have a problem with anything he tried to do, but then they had gotten a bit distracted, something he hadn't minded in the least. Since then they've been busy between moving and getting married, the store, Raleigh's bakery and Erin. And the demon. But they're settled now and the store is doing well. Raleigh's bakery is open and Erin is pregnant. The demon is gone. Joel smiles at the thought of getting back to teaching Spencer more magic and he'll never be able to lay his hands on people and heal them like Coop can, he may not ever be able to do protective spells that call for an actual physical barrier, but there will be plenty he can do. And Joel wants to teach him.
"You," he says, then looks at Spencer again. This time he lets himself do that same thing he's always had to do in order to see the auras. He lets himself drift a little, lets his vision slide, and he's almost blinded by the brilliance of the light Spencer lets off. Squinting and laughing at the same time even though it hurts to do so, Joel looks down, and he still sees it, that connection between them, the column he knows will never disappear, will never break. It's bright now, brighter than either of them, red and yellow intertwined, the two of them coming together and making something new. Not for the first time, he wishes he could show it to Spencer.
"You look... brighter," he says, letting it go again. This is something he'll have to adjust to and he smiles. "I can see how badly your shoulder is hurt, by the way, she's right about the sling." And he can see Spencer's head, too, the darker area where he'd been hit once again, but it doesn't seem too bad and Joel finds relief in that.
"But the colour is the same, it's just... there's more of mine in there, too," he says, knowing it doesn't explain it quite right. "There are parts of you that have changed. Become brighter, happier." If he were to look down at himself, he knows he'd see the same thing, places where Spencer had fixed the sad, broken pieces of his aura.
"I'm going to have to learn how to control it all over again," he says in wonder. "Before I had to work for it, so I was never worried about doing it by accident and now... now I'll be reading everyone without even trying." Which he doesn't like. It feels intrusive, it always has, and he'll do his best to avoid it, but it's going to take time.
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"You," he says, then looks at Spencer again. This time he lets himself do that same thing he's always had to do in order to see the auras. He lets himself drift a little, lets his vision slide, and he's almost blinded by the brilliance of the light Spencer lets off. Squinting and laughing at the same time even though it hurts to do so, Joel looks down, and he still sees it, that connection between them, the column he knows will never disappear, will never break. It's bright now, brighter than either of them, red and yellow intertwined, the two of them coming together and making something new. Not for the first time, he wishes he could show it to Spencer.
"You look... brighter," he says, letting it go again. This is something he'll have to adjust to and he smiles. "I can see how badly your shoulder is hurt, by the way, she's right about the sling." And he can see Spencer's head, too, the darker area where he'd been hit once again, but it doesn't seem too bad and Joel finds relief in that.
"But the colour is the same, it's just... there's more of mine in there, too," he says, knowing it doesn't explain it quite right. "There are parts of you that have changed. Become brighter, happier." If he were to look down at himself, he knows he'd see the same thing, places where Spencer had fixed the sad, broken pieces of his aura.
"I'm going to have to learn how to control it all over again," he says in wonder. "Before I had to work for it, so I was never worried about doing it by accident and now... now I'll be reading everyone without even trying." Which he doesn't like. It feels intrusive, it always has, and he'll do his best to avoid it, but it's going to take time.