Tony stroked her hand with his thumb, squeezing lightly. “Don’t apologize babe. What happened?” he asked softly, looking down at her.
“You were angry,” she muttered, “and I didn’t shield.” Her whole body ached now. “I was stupid. I was stupid, and wrong, and I’m sorry.” She flushed, embarrassed by the way she’d reacted. “I’ve interrupted your show.”
“If you’ll remember correctly, you were trying to interrupt my show anyway.” Tony smirked, pulling her onto his lap. “I just wish you could understand the beautiful piece of television history that is hoarders.”
Summer bit her lip, abashed. “Yes, but you told me to stop. I just … ” She shuddered. “That level of mess just disturbs me. I’d far rather watch Mythbusters, or Top Gear. Or if there must be mess, let it be sensical — explosions, punkin chunkin. Something like that.” She cuddled her head into his shoulder. “I think there’s something wrong with me, Tony,” she whispered.