Tommy leaned into the touch, not really noticing how he pressed into the light contact. He snorted. "I didn't think you'd lure me into an alien trap, Ted. And if I knew aliens were coming for you, I'd have come over to try to help anyway."

He stood up finally, feeling a faint sense of unease that had nothing to do with being kidnapped by aliens and more to do with being out of Teddy's reach, though he couldn't pinpoint it.

"Ready?" he asked. He lifted his hands, concentrating on blowing the wall to hell ...

and just blew himself back across the room, landing almost against the opposite wall, on his ass, the explosion half absorbed by whatever the room was made of, and half rebounded onto Tommy, who looked more dazed than hurt. "Shit," he muttered, rubbing at his chest.