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

[somethingwithturquoise]

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.


[[for the very permissibly modded alien in the apartment, please and thank you~ ]]

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[stykera]

"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.

[somethingwithturquoise]

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.

[stykera]

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.