Stark had not been at peace for much of this week but he was feeling wonderful right now. He had been since he'd seen Summer last night.

"I love you," he said after another long and lingering kiss. "And all of this. All of you."

He might have said that last night. He might have said a lot of things. He meant every one of them but saying it in the quiet of a morning (afternoon?) in bed was different than crying it out last night. And it needed to be repeated.