"2044," Summer reported, and let out a huge sigh of relief as she nodded and started putting together what was going on here. "Okay. Okay! This is good, then! This is very good! Fandom is clearly doing some time travel bullshit right now, it happens, no big deal, and that means that all...."
Her eyes roamed around the room, which kind of looked like maybe The Drawer had gained sentience and puked up most, if not all, of its contents.
"...this with 2024 Summer, who you are dating, and not me, 2044 Summer, who you are definitely not. So yay. Awesome! Sanctity of my marriage saved! Love that for me. And, you know, my spouse and children."
She looked at Stark, though, and felt that old, familiar pang of guilt and gave him a little wrinkle of her nose and a mostly sympathetic sort of smile.
"Sorry for not being 2024 Summer," she offered. "But, hey, if it's any consolation, it looks like you guys had a fucking bomb ass time last night? Really, uh, really felling great, right?"
Ugh, how was this actually more awkward now than when she thought she'd cheated??
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Her eyes roamed around the room, which kind of looked like maybe The Drawer had gained sentience and puked up most, if not all, of its contents.
"...this with 2024 Summer, who you are dating, and not me, 2044 Summer, who you are definitely not. So yay. Awesome! Sanctity of my marriage saved! Love that for me. And, you know, my spouse and children."
She looked at Stark, though, and felt that old, familiar pang of guilt and gave him a little wrinkle of her nose and a mostly sympathetic sort of smile.
"Sorry for not being 2024 Summer," she offered. "But, hey, if it's any consolation, it looks like you guys had a fucking bomb ass time last night? Really, uh, really felling great, right?"
Ugh, how was this actually more awkward now than when she thought she'd cheated??