gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild said: *shrugs* Everything. Nothing. I can’t stop thinking.

…Alrighty then.  If you decide to perk up, I’ll be out enjoying the sunlight.  *wanders off*

She followed after in a few minutes, stopping just behind Tony, watching him. Even the warmth of the light didn’t bring any ease to the set of her shoulders. Maybe Tony could keep the things that hurt him locked up inside, but she wasn’t made like that. She had to get it out in the open.

“I keep dreaming about him. Dummy.”

He glanced over his shoulder when she joined him, and then back out over the railing of the balcony, staring off over the scenery.  When she spoke up, he turned to face her, leaning back on his forearms on the railing.

“What sorts of dreams?”

“Nightmares. All the things I didn’t say. All the things I thought of to say and didn’t.” Summer closed her eyes. “I hurt him. Over and over. And he just crumples under it.” A few tears seeped out from under her eyelids, and she rubbed at them. “I drove him away.”