“Not exactly the point.” She scratched the base of his ears again. “I’m quite sure it would take you two minutes to come up with some way to keep working.” She didn’t say anything else for a long moment. Then, very quietly, “Do you think, maybe, we could go off somewhere, just the two of us, for a couple days?”
Tony hummed again, low and content, and shifted to fidget into a more comfortable position. At her question, he opened one eye to look at her again, after a moment finally saying, “I guess, I don’t see why not.”
“I thought …. I kinda want to see one of your other houses, and we’ve both been under a lot of stress lately.” Summer pulled her hand away from his kitty ears to tuck her hair behind her ear. A strand of it got caught in her fingernails, and she jerked at it, pulling at the muscles in her stomach, which then complained bitterly. “Ow, fuck, ow ow, get off DAMMIT,” she wailed, uncurling from Tony to try to untangle the lock of hair from her hand. “Help?”
Tony stared at her for a moment, quietly wondering how she had even managed to do that. He settled Helios down on his lap, and reached over to untangle her hand from her hair, musing, “Venice is nice. And I haven’t been there in a while. The last attempt to suggest a trip to Venice didn’t go so well, and I never really found a good time to broach it again after that.”
She tried to comb the fingers of the broken arm through her hair and gave up after a moment. “I should just cut it all off,” she muttered, frustrated. “Venice? Really Venice? I haven’t been out of the country since … god, years ago.” Looking at her hands in her lap, Summer added, “I hate being this helpless to even take care of myself. I can barely even brush my own hair.”