“You aren’t a bad person, Victor, that’s not what I meant at all!” Summer burst out. “Do you really think /I/ of all people would have anything at all to do with you if you were /bad/? I’m just … terrified to lose you. To someone else’s badness.” Oh, gods, he’d been gone so long, and miraculously come home, and this was what they fought about? She blinked hard and more hot tears ran down her face.
“Ok love, I’ll…I’ll take less jobs yeah? Jus’ enough so tha’ I can feed. An’ the ones I’ll take will be quick an’ easy jobs where I wouldn’t be gone more than a day. Otherwise I’ll stay here with you an’ we can jus’ be together.” He gave a small smile as he kissed her tears away, holding her close to him. “Is tha’ alright love? Can we work with tha’ for now an’ figure it out as we go?”
Being this conflicted was exhausting. Summer curled herself over into Victor’s body, clinging to him. “I don’t know. Yes. Okay.” She didn’t even know what might be enough; she didn’t want him to change and yet she couldn’t face the thought of dealing with a repeat of the past six months, either. Almost helplessly, hating herself a little bit for it, she turned away from the tangle and to something she understood, seeking and catching his mouth in a passionate kiss.