Stiles slammed his laptop shut as he walked over to the widow, cracking it so he could speak to Summer. “H-hey… Uh… Whatcha doing?”
Letting it go involved her slumping to the floor in a limp heap of limbs. “Ohhhh, this is going to suck,” she whimpered, clutching at her temples. “Can you just try not to feel for a little bit? That would be so great.”
Stiles sat next to her. “Uh.. Should I get you anything?”
“A new brain.” Her foot twitched, and she lifted her head and glared at it. “I am about to have a convulsion,” she said precisely. “I will be coherent throughout the whole thing, so if you could just be distracting, that would be nice.” A muscle in her leg jumped. She tried not to tense up in anticipation. “Maybe you can explain why you know what an empath is.”