"Have you always been able to read minds? That sounds..." How to say this without being offensive, "Exhausting."

But right. Talking about his own feelings. His shoulders slump. "I guess, that's mostly it. I miss everyone now, and I know I'm gonna miss them again, and it'll be a lot longer than however long I'm here." Eleven more years until he comes of age and has to leave San Francisco and his fosterage behind. It's hard not to think of his as a preview of that in some ways.