“Is this disappointment?” He asked, arching an eyebrow. “I’m 90% sure I don’t give a fuck, actually.”
She gave him a very, very flat gaze. “It’s called a shield. I don’t go about snooping into everyone’s emotions all the time, it would make me insane.”
Cyn hummed. “A shield’s only as good as your focus though.” He replied, arching an eyebrow.
“After this long, I think my focus is pretty good, and my shields too. I survived puberty with this gift. Is that a challenge, then?” Summer folded her arms, looking sceptical.