[The young man is starting to remind him of an old comrade. Evan, right? Hair always on end from pulling at it in thought; not exactly the brightest spoon in the attic, but a sweet soul.]

Not an unreasonable assumption... but no, I've seen eclipses before, and this isn't anything like that.

[And he certainly has never been able to touch one before.]

It seems like some strange things are happening, right? [An idea crosses his mind.] Actually, would you mind shooting me with that toy?