[Antiques? David is hardly amused. He's a doctor and a psychiatrist and a logistics man and he's working a mind-numbing job as a tutor and life is miserable and he can't even touch anything. Not anyone, not anything. He does look up at the ice cream when it's offered, and frowns.]

My... mutant ability was a constant, passive thing. And I only really touch one person without my gloves or suppressor. So it's not like I needed more food in irregular intervals there and I haven't got experience to say here. But...

[He sighs and takes the food and spoon. This will kill his diet.]

I can't shield. At all. I never could. How am I supposed to function like this?