A small frown appeared on Westonâ€™s expression for but a moment. Explanation, of course she would want an explanation for why he was wishing for a sharper sixth sense. Since this was dealing with work he really could not reveal too much about why but he at least owed her an explanation for such an odd request. It was fair. He understood that it might cause problems but in all honesty he was not going to use it for personal gainâ€¦ too much. With a wish that that, it was kind of silly saying he was not going to use it for personal gain. Yes, he would be making his life easier, but it was not like that at all. It was more like he was not going to wish to be some kind of Superman. As cool as it would be to have powers like Superman he knew it was impossible.<br/><br/>He ran his hand over his face, â€œI donâ€™t want to see the future per say,â€ he said slowly, â€œyou see, Iâ€™ve been having some trouble at work and just wish I was able to do my job a little easier.â€ The amount of stress he was feeling about his job at this moment was pretty evident in his voice. He sounded pretty tense. If this wish meant he was going to see into the future, sort of like predictions and whatever else, he might want to rethink it. Otherwise he could see some bad things happening and it might get him into trouble. No, he was not thinking that just to be funny either, he really meant that seeing the future would probably have some heavy consequences. Consequences that might not be worth having a sharper sixth sense just to make his life a little easier, he was sure.<br/><br/>Nothing was without a price after all. He learned that pretty quickly when he was a kid, though his childhood actually had been a lot more memorable than he makes it seem. School teaches you a lot more than math and science if you let it. Life lessons were very important, too.<br/><br/>â€œIf this wish means Iâ€™ll be predicting future events, then forget it. Iâ€™ll try to come up with something else. Iâ€™m a detective dealing with the supernatural, not some Superman.â€ Weston gave an honest shrug and then went to go put his now empty plate in the sink. Suddenly he wasnâ€™t that hungry anymore. He had left some food on his plate, which he had scraped off into the garbage. Call him wasteful, he really had no problem throwing food away. When he returned to the table he grabbed his wine glass and took a few sips, then pulled out his cigarettes. Every smoker needed a cig after they got done a meal; it was kind of one of those unofficial rules he supposed. Call it one of those things that people often point out, often proven true. And he had to admit a cigarette after a meal really did make it taste better for whatever reason.