"Ya gonna be my wingman?" Davin laughs a little and then looks at him when he says he dislocated Mel's shoulder, smiling softly. It's not like he enjoys violence, but he's touched that his friend went to bat for him. And yeah, maybe he wants them to feel a little pain. Assholes.

"Like me? Did they mean witchy or gay?" Jason wipes at his face and Davin just sort of stares up at him, baffled by the attention. It's always a little staggering when he's made to realize that someone really cares about him. He never thinks he's worth all the fuss. But Jason is so gently cleaning blood from his skin and it's so nice that Davin tears up a little, blinking rapidly. "I guess I did. I just - I lashed out, an' my magic went kinda haywire. It was sorta scary."

Understatement. Part of him wanted to kill them, and he knows that he could have done it so easily. That's more than scary. It shook him to his core. Davin has never been pushed to the brink like that, forced to desperation, and he's never really been faced with the knowledge of how much he could possibly hurt someone without even lifting a finger. It's a sobering thought, and one that hadn't really occurred to him. He knows that he has to be careful when messing with electricity, but that was always to avoid an accident. He's never really thought about what he could do if he actually wanted to. For the first time since he found out what it was, his magic makes him a little uncomfortable.

And that makes him hate Mel and Hank even more for tainting something that brings him so much joy, even momentarily.