MHA #8; Monday Evening [07/08].

[somethingwithturquoise]

It was honestly for the best that this was getting down now rather than later, where it would either brew into something so much more than the original issue or Summer could somehow manage to weasel her way out of things and never bring it up and just keep avoiding Stark for as long as either of them were capable. And with it being a small island and themselves pretty inextricably tied to each other in various ways and what not, wasn't probably going to be that long anyway.

So, after work, and wielding a bottle of whiskey and a 2 liter of Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper to mix it with, she went upstairs and knocked on Stark's door, and kept stealing glances at the whiskey and sort of wishing she'd thought to open it and take a few good swigs on the way.

[[ for he that lives there of course! ]]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"I mean," said Summer, sighing as she finished pouring that next drink and set thr bottle aside again, because she felt it was important to belabor this particular point, "it could be. It probably won't be, but it might! We don't know. We have no way of knowing. But, much as it sucks, it still could be, Stark."

[stykera]

Stark took a long sip from his glass, set it down, and turned to look at Summer.

He waited, holding her gaze for a moment.

"I know that, Summer." His voice was very soft now.

He hated that it could be true but he knew it.

"I promise you I know. But what could be, what might be, isn't what is. Could be and could have been aren't the same as are. And...someone very wise I know told me when I was...not doing well...it's better to to remember what I have now."

He reached his hand out, hesitantly, laying it on the cushion between them.