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?”
Summer breathed hard, eyes falling out of focus. “I don’t know what happens if I let go,” she said, through gritted teeth. “I also don’t know if I can hold it for long.” She found a tiny little piece of concentration and forced herself to remember to breathe, slowly and carefully.
“Just let it go. I mean… if it comes back to me, at least I had a breather,” he said, staring at her.
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.”