“Can’t I do both?” Tony laughed and kissed her softly. “You can tell me all about your issues with your powers….during commercials,” he teased, resting his head on her shoulder.
“Well, then, poke me when there’s commercials. The Purgatorio is complicated.” But she didn’t pull the book out of her bag yet, leaning her head against his and just staring off into the distance.
“You’re complicated,” Tony teased. Minutes later, he let out a loud groan as his show was interrupted by commercials. “Alright, Red, spill. You have my undivided attention.”
“Red?” she muttered. She didn’t move, just sighed. “The … spasms.” She didn’t know what else to call them. “I’m pretty sure it’s to do with my empathy. Whenever I’ve been around someone with strong emotions, afterward that happens. Except, it used to be just a little bit. Like the shudder of a chill. Now — well, you saw.”