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“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.”

“Maybe you should try to relax more often,” Tony suggested, kissing the back of her neck lightly. “Have you tried yoga? Or booze? Seriously there’s nothing a beer can’t fix.”

“Don’t do that,” she muttered. “I tried getting drunk in Cozumel, and not only did I not get drunk, I could hear /everyone’s/ feelings.” Summer shuddered, convulsively. “It was the most awful thing ever. I /try/ to relax. It was just such a horrible day, and I just — and then you — pleh.”