“Maybe you should try to relax more often,” Tony suggested, kissing the back of her neck lightly. “Have you tried yoga? Or booze? Seriously there’s nothing a beer can’t fix.”
“Don’t do that,” she muttered. “I tried getting drunk in Cozumel, and not only did I not get drunk, I could hear /everyone’s/ feelings.” Summer shuddered, convulsively. “It was the most awful thing ever. I /try/ to relax. It was just such a horrible day, and I just — and then you — pleh.”
“Hey I told you I wanted to watch hoarders.” Tony laughed and grabbed her hand. “Whatever you feel like you need to do to make yourself not all broken or whatever, I’ll do what I can to help.”
Summer shook her head, looking up at him. “That’s why I put up with you. Because you say things like that, and I just … I love you.”