“I’m an empath. I … overlaid your feelings with what I wanted you to feel. I wanted you to feel better, to be happy.” Her smile went wry and sideways. “Already you’ve pushed some of it away with your surprise, but your hurting isn’t so loud now.”
Tony’s eyes met with hers again, full of confusion. “What does that even mean?” he squinted at her in scrutiny. He definitely didn’t believe in this kind of stuff but maybe if he felt better, he shouldn’t question it. “Nevermind,” he shook his head and reached for the drink again. “Uh, thanks though.”
“You’re welcome. I don’t like it when people hurt, and it’s more than a bit too soon for any other way to make you feel better.” Summer gave Tony a little bow, hand over heart.