"Dude, I'm not mad at you, I'm just--!"

The pacing increases. Powered by general aggravation with no real outlet he turns and stomps out another lap, close enough to Andrew to reach out and grab him. Which, after a long pause, Lucas actually does without thinking. Whipped up emotions cloud the usually strong mental barriers that keep out unwanted memories, leaving the Medium unwittingly defenseless.

"Sorry, I'm just...worked..." The apology slows down as a memory sweeps over him like a wave.