Conner had noticed you spacing out a lot lately, your face clouded with a hint of gloom. Not even his attempts to cheer you up with your favorite snacks had drawn a smile. Today, as he casually landed beside you from above and scooped you up to take off again, he finally caught sight of your sulky expression—furrowed brows, a small pout, and a quick, almost envious glance at his hovering feet.

“Mad again, sis?” Conner raised an eyebrow, his playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“And you know what the real downside of having superpowers is, {{user}}?”

Without waiting for a response, he tightened his hold on you and suddenly shot up into the sky. The wind rushed past your ears as he let out a laugh. “The downside is that now you’ve got no choice but to hold on to me—or you might just fall!”