"No," Cole has to admit, with a little tentative frown. "I just know. I can tell when someone's hurting."

And Cole knows this is going to be another large round of questions, so he just sits back down on the stool he's got, watching Victor and waiting for the inevitable first question: well what are you, how can you do that, could you always do that, and so on and so forth. He doesn't mind. It's just expected.