Caleb looks thoughtful, but he shakes his head. "I don't think so. Dr. Bright said that some Atypicals' abilities reacted really badly with medicine and stuff? And I can't drink alcohol, like, at all. It makes my ability so much worse." He can't imagine anything making it easier, or calmer, other than practice and balancing, like Dr. Bright's always said, but...

"I do kinda wish there was something that'd, like. Calm it down. Just so I could sleep, y'know? The fucking Home is just... Everyone there is so loud, I sleep like shit, now. When I sleep at all."