Allana laughed and flopped down on the couch next to her boyfriend, punctuating the end of his ramble with a quick kiss before pulling back and raising her eyebrows slightly at him. “I will keep the telekinesis, and you can keep your sandwich,” she offered, “though it does smell good. I was studying for midterms most of today, so I’ve been doing that thing where you keep snacking and then suddenly realize you have eaten your weight in potato chips and pretzels and every other snack item in your house.” She was trying not to worry too much about the new powers cropping up in her already overpowered boyfriend. In and of itself telekinesis didn’t seem particularly harmful to Kon, and she supposed she would just have to trust him to speak up if it seemed like it was hurting him somehow. Because he’s always so good at that, she thought with grim sarcasm, remembering the killiks and the strange mental fugue after Famine. But it might be harmless, and it’s no good driving ourselves crazy over something that might not ever be a problem, she thought, resolving the internal debate the same way she did every time she thought of it.
“Forgetting to sleep because you and your fellow nerd were playing a game and watching dinosaur movies totally makes you the sidekick,” she informed him, making a mock-disapproving face before settling next to him, tucked under the arm he held out for her. She laughed again when he mentioned his fear of baby-breaking, but it was sympathetic amusement this time. “I’m just glad she hasn’t asked me. Honestly, what is it about new mothers that makes them think you want to pick up their tiny, terrifying little people? I mean, everyone can see them just fine from the crib where they’re nice and safe and unlikely to spew bodily fluids on you right? Shouldn’t they just, you know, stay there? Where there’s no danger of you dropping them and then feeling awful for the rest of your life?” She paused for a moment and winced slightly, “Which is not to say that you will drop them or crush their heads or anything. You’re a superhero. You can handle babies. Definitely.”
She smiled up at him and raised her eyebrows as he commented on her shorts-and-cami ensemble of studying. “Laugh it up sidekick, at least these aren’t the clothes I slept in.” She gave him an obvious once-over and then bit her lower lip for a moment and paused, breaking into a smirk as she pretended to notice the shirtless aspect of his sleeping outfit for the first time. “Never mind! I withdraw my mocking,” she added brightly, before settling in again and resting her head on his shoulder.