"When we get out of here," Summer corrected. "I swear to god, I'm going to start smacking you every time you say if until it's conditioned out of you.

"But there you go. If you don't want to talk about it? Then just fucking don't. And if he wants to, then tough tits. I'm sure you two have better things to do than talking."

There was a pause.

"I hope you two have better things to do than talking..."

Otherwise this just got just kind of...sad? Pathetic? Mildly infuriating? One of those.