Summer grinned back fit to split her face. “Of course I know. Of course.” She smoothed her hands along his cheeks. “Thank you for saying it at last, though.” He was so happy she thought she might cry. “I wanted you to be happy again,” she whispered, smiling and smiling into his dark eyes. “And you are. And I love you, too.”
He leaned into her touch for a moment, and then sat back enough to lift the medallion so he could properly examine it, turning it this way and that with almost child-like interest. “So how do I use it?” he finally asked. “How does it work?” He still hadn’t figured out the whole ‘magic’ thing. He would have to consult with Loki on that at some point, but that was for contemplating some other time.
“First, you take your shirt off, I believe,” Summer commented, brushing a fingertip over the edge of the medallion he held. “I know you can buy new ones, but all the same.” Pushing herself upright, she plucked it from his hand. “As for how it works … you wear it.”
At the first instruction, he cast a glance out the nearest window, one eyebrow raised. “I have to go topless in this weather?” he asked wryly. Or he would have to creatively mangle a couple shirts and figure out how to thread his wings through them. Preferably without destroying anything.
“Well, at least don’t have on a shirt you like right now?” she offered. “It’s up to you, I suppose, if you want to ruin others. Or we could spend the wing time somewhere warmer … is Venice warmer than New York in the winter? I think I was promised Venice some time ago.” Summer spread the chain over her hands, ready to drop it over his head.