He wasn't out for long, Mom's power supported him, easing him into an empty chair, everyone else staring when his eyes fluttered, opened, a giant lungful of air gasped before he leaned forward, hands flat on the table as he stared into my eyes in shock and, wait. Was that?
Regret. Whoops. My skill for screwing up and doing the opposite of what was actually required or wanted made itself known in a rather spectacular fashion. Still, I couldn't bring myself to feel badly about it. I just gave him the power to transform himself. He could be a little grateful.
Once he realized the gift I'd granted, maybe. This whole dark sorcery thing was harshing my empathy toward other people's feelings like whoa.
"It's okay," I said, wishing then I had asked if he'd even wanted the ability to be human before showing him, sharing with him, what Henry proved to me was true. "You can be him again any time you like." The black dog he was so used to lurked within him, waiting and willing.