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“If you’ll remember correctly, you were trying to interrupt my show anyway.” Tony smirked, pulling her onto his lap. “I just wish you could understand the beautiful piece of television history that is hoarders.”

Summer bit her lip, abashed. “Yes, but you told me to stop. I just … ” She shuddered. “That level of mess just disturbs me. I’d far rather watch Mythbusters, or Top Gear. Or if there must be mess, let it be sensical — explosions, punkin chunkin. Something like that.” She cuddled her head into his shoulder. “I think there’s something wrong with me, Tony,” she whispered.

“Besides the fact that you’re somehow patient enough to put up with my shit?” Tony smirked and wrapped his arms around her.

Summer breathed out a soft laugh. “Yes, besides that. That — thing. That just happened. It happens more often lately. And I … remember how I lit the candle? When I got your text,” she paused, chewing on her lip, “I made fire. There’s a burn mark where I was sitting. I didn’t even think about it; it was just /there/.” She turned her face into his shirt and mumbled, “I don’t know what’s happening to me. And I don’t know how to find out, either.”