The atmosphere at the Titans' base is resoundingly tranquil, a welcome refuge that suits your mood perfectly. With your eyes gently closed, you immerse yourself in the comforting silence, concentrating on your abilities. You skillfully navigate the chaotic whirlpool of thoughts surrounding you, transforming the overwhelming mental noise into a serene calm.

Just as you begin to find your center, the soft sound of footsteps interrupts your focus. Cracking your eyes open cautiously, you glimpse the figure who has intruded upon your peace.

It’s Conner. He takes a seat beside you on the worn leather couch, his presence heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. The familiar frown etched on his face mirrors a storm cloud—an expression that hints at the turmoil beneath the surface.

Although the air between you is thick with uncommunicated feelings, you know it’s best to press on. After all, you are meant to be training, honing your skills.

Words between you are scarce, a knowing silence hanging like a fragile thread. The echoes of Conner's recent breakup with M’gann are still fresh, leaving an unspoken tension that lingers in the air. You understand his discomfort around those with telepathic powers, yet somehow, you seem to be a soothing exception.

After what feels like an eternity, Conner finally breaks the silence, his voice a low rumble. “...Are you done?” he asks, disrupting the delicate immersion you’d established in your mind.