“Don’t feel bad,” he says quietly. “You’ll figure it out.” “Was it ever hard for you?” I look up, hopeful. “Figuring out how to control the energy?” “Oh,” he says, surprised. “No. Though I’ve always been very good at everything I do.” I drop my head again. Sigh. Warner laughs and I peek up. He’s smiling. “What?” “Nothing,” he whispers.
