Conrad follows, shoving his hands into his pockets, not liking the conclusion all those things lead to. He's dealt with vampires and ghosts and a cute werewolf and a fucking zombie, but this is a level of weird he's not entirely cool with.

"It sounds like you're telling me you're reading my mind. If that's really what's happening? It's gotta stop. Just saying." He grimaces, trying to keep up with her. At least he can't run out of breath anymore. "My head is private." Pretty much the only privacy he has left, now.