Summer doesn’t try to shield him out again, right now. She deserves his anger, really; only she doesn’t know what else she might have used. She turns out her hands, and says, “I made you do something you didn’t want, so you should get to do the same, that’s all.”
He tries to ignore how he’s being angry towards her. He was the one who told her it was okay if she practiced on him, but now he was regretting saying she could. He bites on his bottom lip and looks at her for a moment before looking down, swallowing rather thickly. “I can make you walk into a wall or something, I’m not that creative right now.”
She rolls her eyes. “Okay, okay, I get it. Just, I don’t know, steal my fries one day or something.” Staring at her hands, she fits her fingernails together, then licks her lips and laughs shortly. “Be grateful I didn’t decide to make you horny or something, huh? Okay. So, yeah. I know that works.” She drags in another breath and sets about putting her shields back up.
She starts off slow, shielding out far away people, and then a little closer, and closer, until the only person she can hear that way is Stiles. It’s not really comfortable, actually, but she’s so sensitive lately it’s better this way. It’s a little claustrophobic, in a way.