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But at the top of the steps, she ducked back to look at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”
Then she was gone, and the gun room was completely silent.
Hunter held out the gun, stock first. “You want to just shoot me and save Dad the time?”
Jay smiled and took the weapon, checking the magazine before putting it back on the wall. “He’s not going to shoot you.”
“That would be too quick?”
Now Jay laughed, but then he quickly sobered and gave Hunter a look. “We’ve talked to you about girls before.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“I’m pretty sure I know exactly what it was like.”
Hunter scowled. “I did a presentation on the second amendment at school. She had some questions about firearms.”
“Is that the new lingo for saying you’re her anatomy tutor?”
Jay’s voice was easy, but Hunter knew that the questions behind it were serious. “Look, I said it wasn’t like that. I haven’t even talked to her before today.”
“Hunter, our abilities are a blessing and a curse . . . it’s very easy to get taken advantage of.”
“She wasn’t taking advantage of me! We were just talking!”
“No. This”—Jay gestured at the space between them—“is talking.”
Hunter flushed and looked away.
His uncle straightened and put his hands on Hunter’s shoulders. “You’re a Fifth. While that means you’re connected to all the elements, it also means you’re connected to the people around you.”
Hunter rolled his eyes. He knew this rhetoric better than a nursery rhyme. “And when people are drawn to me, I’ll be drawn to them, and it’s hard to remember my own purpose—”
“Don’t mock it, Hunter.”
Hunter shook Jay’s hands off. “We were just talking. You’re acting like she was trying to—”
“I don’t care what she was trying to do. I’m trying to tell you that it can be hard to distinguish what you want from what others want. You’re going to want to help everyone, and that’s not always a good thing.”
“How is that not a good thing?”
His uncle leaned back against the table. “What if I wanted to help every criminal I had to arrest? What if your dad went on assignment and empathized with the bad guys?”
“Did you really just say ‘bad guys’?”
Now Jay didn’t smile at all. “You need to take this seriously. Your abilities are going to get stronger. That means it’s going to be more difficult instead of less.”
“So I can’t ever have a girlfriend.”
“You’d probably be better off if you had lots of girlfriends. You know what your dad used to tell me when I was your age?”
“What?”
Hunter’s dad spoke from the doorway. Even in khakis and a polo shirt, he looked like he’d stepped right out of a recruitment poster. “He’s too young for that, Jay.”
“If you’d walked in here five minutes ago, you wouldn’t think so.”
Hunter wanted to roll his eyes, but his dad was a lot less tolerant of attitude than his uncle was. He kept his voice mild. “Uncle Jay is overreacting.”
