Spark

Hunter's eyes remain soft as he listens to Katie. She just looked so... sad. It was a stark contrast to the strong Elite agent who had arrested him. She was... hurting. And whether Hunter realized it or not, his deeply buried sensitive cord was struck. He hadn't allowed it to surface in a long time. 

Furrowing his brow, he dwells on her words of Jason. The whole thing confused him, but he wasn't going to ask her to explain it. It appeared to be rather unexplainable anyway. All he knew was, they were able to feel each other's emotions and telepathically communicate. And now they couldn't. He wondered if it was like some cases of twins that were so close that when one died, it felt as though the other would too, just because of the sudden void.

"Friend, huh?" He gives her a wry grin. "You arrested me and I hit on you mercilessly. Either you've got bad taste or I'm not as bad as I thought." 

Cocking his head, he continues to just study Katie, probing her eyes with his own, as if searching so deeply for answers. "You are feeling," he observes quietly. "You're feeling a lot." He couldn't even begin to understand all of this - it was beyond him. But he did see plenty when he looked at Katie's eyes. 

"Problem is... obviously none of it feels very good." He doesn't break his gaze but continues to study her intensely. Were she and her boyfriend the same? Was Jason going through the same thing? If so, that would be a doozy of a thing to deal with, as far as their relationship went... right? He didn't even know if that was correct. 

Interrupted by the food arriving, Hunter sits back to make room for his plate. Breathing in deeply the smell of his steak, he nods with satisfaction. "Much better than sitting home alone with chips and salsa." 

Lifting his glass of coke, he aims it in a toast. "To a crappy world - may be it be kinder in the days ahead. And to good feelings - may they return quickly to put the spark back in your eyes."