Minoru had to think for a moment, but then he remembered - the album release party. He had been tickled telepathically. That was before…

No. That wasn’t a pleasant sensation at all. Or a pleasant memory.

He shied away, eyes falling to the bathroom floor and its array of tea candles. “On second thought… I don’t… um… think I want to feel what someone else is supposed to feel on top of what I… um… have felt…”

He didn’t want to feel disgust at the thought of anything associated with Ziggy, but he couldn’t help it or hide it. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he got.