“Mom, Grandpa, this is Nathan, I can make it so he doesn’t involuntarily throw rocks around.” She grabs her phone, unlocks it, and hands it to Nathan.

Nathan calls his mom, repeatedly refuses her pleas for him to come home ("I'm not going anywhere near you or Taylor or the cats until I have this under control!"), and explains the situation, and promises to be safe and take care of himself and come home as soon as he can.

Oh no, his poor mother. Lavinia is so glad Lucy is safe and present.

By the time Nathan's gotten off the phone, Lavinia has a mug of hot cocoa and a warm plate of food ready for him. And they don't really have a spare coat in his size, but he can wrap a blanket around himself. 

They are really so incredibly nice and he appreciates them so much and will try to pay them back, uh, when he has his phone and wallet again and stuff.

"Don't worry about it. We're all aware that Lucy could have easily ended up in your position."

Thanks. Man, this is just like in a YA novel except with novels you know they'll eventually get the hang of it and be awesome. He'd feel a lot better about this whole situation if he was sure he'd eventually get the hang of it and be awesome.

"I am extremely confident that the situation will get better than it currently is. I can't promise you'll end up as a YA protagonist but that wasn't going to happen yesterday either?" She's aware that this is sort of horseshit coming from her, specifically, when she definitely looks like a YA protagonist.

"I'll settle for 'not a menace and able to get things off the top shelf without a stepladder'."

"You're...probably not done growing yet?"

He huffs out a laugh. "Fair. But the point is telekinesis is neat, and it'd be nice to get to actually use it instead of just turning it off and that's that."

"Yeah! I really hope we can get you there."