Summer giggled, clutching the bailey’s ice cream to her chest. “Nope! Nope nope nope, you’re cut off and this is mine now!”
She rolled over, brushing her hair out of her face. “What’s going on?” Not that there was any real expectation of getting him to talk, but she had to ask. It was too much part of who she was, to notice the little twitches that most people couldn’t even see.
Wasn’t this the first time ever someone really did ask him what the problem was? For all the feigned bravado he liked putting up, Tony did wonder if perhaps anyone could be able to spot that everything was shit and ask about it. Not that he wanted to share, obviously, he was merely curious. “I’m finishing off your precious ice cream, that’s what.”
Summer waved a hand, brushing that away. “No, besides that. I meant, what’s wrong?”