(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“What I want doesn’t matter.” The reply was easy and familiar and thoughtless. She shoved the car door shut with a foot. “You have to tell me everything you remember about that time. You have to be willing to feel it. I don’t promise this will work.” She held the door to the diner open for him, slipping inside behind him.
“There’s no way to know what I might find.”
“It does matter what you want. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said as they were seated quickly by the waitress who saw his cane, getting them a comfortable booth and taking their drink orders as she gave them their menus.
”I’m not even sure it’ll work,” he said softly as he looked at the menu, planning on making her wait till they ate before doing anything even if she did want to.
“Isiah, this is what I do. It’s what I am.” Summer was a little shocked at his resistance. “I’m not sure it’ll work either, but it’s worth a try after lunch.” She flipped idly through the menu, vaguely pondering the various choices. “You make it sound like you don’t want to know what happened to you.”