Summer was already elbows-deep in dick-shaped jello by the time Stark's message hit her phone, and when she saw it, she was so, so, soooooo tempted to respond back with a sarcastic comment about chasing after him or commenting on how, wow, Stark, really, leaving because you need some space and time for yourself, what a clearly dick move, how could anyone do such a thing....

...but she didn't. She just sighed and cleaned off her hands and sent back instead:

good luck man. If you need anything, u know where to find me. Text me when u get back. ill buy u a drink.