somethingwithturquoise | MHA #8: Thursday Morning [04/17].

So, yesterday had been....honestly a lot, but Summer had been thinking it could have been much worse. Sure, things at the bar were awkward, but she felt she sort of skirted around the issue she was trying to avoid pretty effectively. Squirrel brain was only going to get her so far, though, and she'd completely failed to take into account the fact that her apartment was right below Stark's, and in a vacuum, she could probably convince herself that her shaking him off after he walked her home had been super effective, she could actually hear him pacing upstairs pretty much all night, probably wringing his hands and trying to figure out where it was he'd gone wrong, which definitely made it clear to her that she needed to just get this over with and have this conversation.

Knowing as she did that he hadn't probably slept much, though, she made sure to swing by the Perk and pick up coffee and donuts for them both, because even though this was going to suck, at least they'd have caffeine and sugar to make it a little better.

So after a brief moment of thinking about just not, Summer reprimanded herself, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

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It would just be easier if he could blame himself for something, Summer!

"I don't know I just...worry too much." And now he was worrying he'd missed something for all this time.

"And now. I just...I don't know. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do right now."

Besides let his thoughts spiral.

Maybe lawyer up? Hit the gym? Delete Facebook?

"I don't know, either," said Summmer, helpfully, with another one of those single-shoulder shrugs. "Maybe just...have some donuts and coffee with me?"

The gym kept weirdly not being posted on Tuesdays and someone had no social media!

"Can...am I allowed to hug you?"

He really wasn't sure where he stood at the moment.

Anyone can post the gym, though! And Facebook was garbage anyway. Summer was probably too young for that meme.

Summer may have stared at Stark just a little bit, as if even all her expectations could not truly lay out for her what sort of work was ahead for them.

"Yes, Stark," she said. "You can definitely still hug me."

In fact, she was going to help him out there and move the bag of donuts aside so she could scoot forward and beat him to it and hug him first.

Look, he had never had an ex before, really. He'd never been a boyfriend before last year!

Just ignore the little sniffling noise he made, Summer. And give him a minute because he really, really needed this hug.

"Good. I don't...I don't know who else i would hug." Anakin only got hugged when it was funny to do so!

He didn't let go immediately. He really needed this. Aside from the brief kiss hello (goodbye?) at the bar last night he hadn't had any real physical contact in a week and a half.

Sorry, Stark. Summer was absolutely not going to ignore that sniffle. In fact, she was going to give him an extra tight squeeze with that hug specifically because of it.

And she was going to let him hug her for as long as he needed.

Well. If it went for a while, she might have to draw a line, but for now? This was fine. More than fine.

And she was quiet for a moment, debating a little with herself before she let out a soft snort into his shoulder and offered, "You could always go hug Ignis. I'm sure he'd love that."

Stark let out a sound that almost soundedlike a laugh. Almost. A little too choked for that.

"Please don't try and get me killed, Summer."

"I'm just going to take the fact that you're not just going to leap at the chance to throw yourself into his arms to put yourself out of your misery as a good sign," Summer decided her own voice still lightly playful but, also, like, legit sincere, too.

"There are less painful ways to do that."

He was kidding. Probably?

He pulled back, a little, reluctantly, headless of the fact there was an actual tear on his cheek.

"The coffee's going to get cold."

Unless it was iced in which case the narrative would pretend he'd said the ice was melting.

If he wasn't kidding, Summer would just have Liliana bring him back and really lay into him about how stupid that was.

As he pulled back, there was another sad smile on her face, and a moment where she was just going to wipe that tear away with her thumb and shrug.

"We could just nuke 'em if they do," she pointed out.

It wasn't something he ever seriously considered. He wasn't ready to send himself to the Other Side. Not even on his worst days and it had been a long time since he'd truly experienced one of those.

"I...right. We could. We could just do that. You're right. And...maybe we should try the donuts."

He just wasn't hungry.

MHA #8: Thursday Morning [04/17].

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