And cue the inferiority complex. See, I skipped out on the whole 'oh no, I have no powers' thing because the first time I met the YA I saved all of their asses. I press a hand to my forehead.

"Yeah, he did," I agree, and if it weren't for the fact that Nate's still holding his face, I might yell at them both some more. Ignoring Eli for the time being -- not the easiest thing to do, given that he's staring daggers at me -- I very carefully place my hand on top Nate's and peer up at him. "Let me see."