“Summer, I’m not going to sit here and coddle you like a damn baby, I love and respect you too much for that.” Tony said, firmly, looking back at her. “If you want to sit down and explain why you’re mad at me or whatever like an adult I’ll gladly listen.”
She managed to catch his eyes, but he wasn’t seeing the problem. “T-Tony,” she tried again, desperate to unlock her jaw enough to say something. And then darkness, and the convulsions taking her muscles and shaking her like a rag doll, bowing her entire body backward.
Tony looks back at her and quickly jumps off the couch. He wraps his arm around her and carries her back to the couch. “Summer Baby. Deep breaths,” He instructs as he holds her hand.
She can feel his hand on hers, now, and his strength at her back, but it’s too late to take back control of her body — it’s gone until his emotions drain out of her skin. She can’t help thinking that, knowing it’s not quite right, but even her thoughts are chaotic and convulsed right now. She holds on tight to his hand, tears starting in her eyes and teeth gritted, until her body is her own again.
“I’m sorry,” Summer gasped, blinking away the tears. She didn’t let go of his hand, though her grip slackened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see that, I’m so sorry.”