mischief-mistress:

iamthefirechild:

Fishing around in her back pocket, Summer came up with a card. “Here. If you change your mind, or really anything at all, you can call me.” 

Another surprised look crossed Lex’s face, but the first warm smile in days spread on her lips as Summer gave her her number. “Thank you, I’ll definitely do that some day.” If I get out of this alive. 

She wanted desperately to ask why that spike of gladness was leavened so strongly with fear, but she’d dumped enough on this poor woman already. Better not to shove the whole empath thing in her face too soon. “One can never have enough friends,” she said instead, managing a smile of her own. “Especially these days.”