Summer didn’t try to stop him. Didn’t anything. He was numb; she was numb. Dummy was … Dummy had left. Because of her. Common sense began to reassert itself there, though.Because, truthfully, Dummy was always going to conflict with her, wasn’t he? He wanted Tony all to himself, and Tony had made it more than clear to her, if to no one else, that he didn’t want that to happen. That he wanted as much as they were both, or all, willing to give him, and wanted to share himself among them as much as they would let him.
It would have been a problem eventually. Even she could see that, still castigating herself for her role in Dummy’s departure. So much of what she had said had been, if warped, truth. Cruel truth, wielded with an unkind tongue, but truth. Dummy would have forced Tony to choose.
Summer drew a deep breath. “Jarvis, please let me know when he lands safely. Just text me. Otherwise I’ll worry. I guess you have protocols for locking down his living area when he’s not here? Is there anyone else here right now?”
-I am uncertain as to where he is planning on going, as he is refusing to answer me, but I shall do my best to keep you informed, Miss Summer. The children are in guest wing A, and Loki is in guest wing B. There are also a few workers still, though I suspect they will be leaving shortly.-
“Okay. I don’t care where he’s going. You’re part of the suit, you’ll know when he takes it off. That’s all I want.” Then her mind actually caught up with what Jarvis was saying. “Loki. He has Loki here. What in the actual fuck.”