“I don’t even need empathy to tell that you’re freaking out over something, because you’re wearing a track into my carpet.” She frowned up at him, hands laying loosely in her lap. “You said a doctor checked me over, and although I’ve got a whopping headache and I can’t use my powers right now, I don’t appear to be actually hurt — so what’s wrong?”Vex listened to her little speech, and then fell silent in contemplation. He hadn’t been able to use his own powers all day, which had been why he’d been planning the visit to begin with; the problem being that, because she couldn’t either, meant that there was something serious going on in the area. Still, he only shook his head as he told her, “It’s nothing. I’m just worrying too much, Summer.” He sat down by the couch once again, sipping at his coffee.
“You’re not normally a worrier,” she pointed out. She rested a hand on his shoulder, absently admiring the length of his legs in leather, and rubbed her thumb against his throat. “Just because I can’t actually sense you lying doesn’t mean I don’t know when you’re doing it, or that I won’t call you on it. So just fess up.”