"We used to be." If she is tuned in to his emotions, those four words come with pain, loss, and, somehow, endurance. Just looking at his face, though, none of that is evident. Perhaps a distance in his eyes, but nothing so dire that someone without empathy that came from a psychic- or force-based power would notice. "But we were children. Growing up changes people."

It hadn't changed him for the better, however. He was absolutely certain of that. Still, he kept his face neutral until he looked toward her once more. Their ages weren't that different - less than a decade, certainly. "Perhaps we should get the ingredients for the chowder."