He hesitates, but after wiping his hand on his napkin to be extra-sure he's clean, he puts his hand in hers. His skin is cold, without being clammy. He's always cold. And he thinks he knows why, even if he isn't sure that other people will believe him if he tries to talk about it. Alex nods at her words, aware that she's right. Worrying all by himself keeps him up sometimes, makes his stomach twist when he's trying to eat. He's not sure it's unhealthy as in doing permanent damage, but it's not fun.

Alex nods. "Okay. You're probably right, Marie. My parents talk to each other when they're worried about things and that helps them, after all." He takes a deep breath, tries to pick good words, and starts. "I have superpowers. I guess. A superpower, anyway. And using my power-thing is what's making me sick, but I want to help people, so I keep using it. Even when I promise my parents not to."

...is he in trouble? It feels like he should get in trouble, for that.