“That’s usually about all any of us can stand,” Summer sighed. “I hope she survived. She must care about you quite a lot, to resurrect you.” He certainly cared for that person, she could tell; it damn near radiated from him. “And it seems like you put it to good use.”
“Oh, she survived,” he beamed, wetting his lower lip. “She’s still just as amazing as she was then, too…” He chuckled, rubbing his cheek. “It’s a useful curse given my field. But it’s numbed me to a lot of emotions that I used to feel.” He shrugged slightly. It was a loss, sure, but that didn’t mean that it was missed. He’d feel it every so often anyway, for a short burst of time before it submerged itself again.
“Do you want to feel them?” she inquired. “No, never mind, I shouldn’t ask that. Do you need me right now? I don’t want to be in the way.”