She shrugged stiffly. “Just — you think I’m one of you, don’t you. You think I’m Fae.” She turned away, arms folded and holding her elbows in tight. “I’m not. I don’t belong with you either. I don’t /belong/ anywhere. Not human, not Fae, not mutant nor magician, not wholly anything.” She shook herself.
“Sorry. Sorry. Not relevant. Are you feeling okay now, better? Less hung out to dry by someone obviously not worth your time?”
A slight frown formed on the Mesmer’s face, listening to Summer’s words. He’d almost protested, but then he’d realized that it wouldn’t solve anything. She obviously didn’t know of the Fae; if she’d been one, if her family had been aligned with the Dark or the Light, she would have known. Even if she was classified as Fae, it was far too late in her life for her to choose a side, to be part of the Fae Community. “I’m sorry, Summer,” he told her with a bit of a sigh. He didn’t know what else to say, he wasn’t used to being the one that comforted the other.
Vex let her brush it away, though part of him wanted to keep talking about it. “Yeah,” he replied, “I’m feeling a lot better now. Thank you.”
“Good! I’m glad I could help, even a little.” A truer smile brightened Summer’s face. She picked up the lighter again, examining the design on it. “So … ” she fished around, “this is because of your night club?”