Summer’s gaze flicks to his and as quickly away. It’s hard to meet his eyes when he’s passionate about something; she feels like she could fall in and not come out. “History wouldn’t be so bad if it was my choice.” She ponders for a second, then glances at the door and leans closer to him. “I’m just really curious about your power. What it’s like.”
She looks at him for a single moment, long enough for him to notice, but then quickly looks away. It’s something that he doesn’t understand, but he brushes it off right away. “It’s okay,” he says in response to the concept about history, but then she asks another question. It’s an intense question, something that obviously takes a lot of thought. He temporarily purses his lips, pondering upon what could be the best way to describe his power.
“Well…when you’re not using it it can be a pain in the ass. There’s a breathtaking amount of strain on your brain if you don’t control it correctly, but it’ll still hurt a remote amount if you do control it right. When you do use it, it’s totally crazy. It’s like you’re in their body. You’re temporarily that person.”
“That’s why you’re constantly in pain?” Her immediate instinct, now that she knows, is to block it. Not, block it out from her mind, but block it out of his. She even starts to reach for him, to do it, without asking, but jerks her hand back. “Uh, what’s it like for the other person? Is it like, ‘wait I don’t want to be doing this why am I not in control of myself’, or is it more like ‘yes this is the thing to do and I like doing the thing’?”