“It doesn’t mean /anything/!” he blazed. “Because I’m the same person! Just this stupid — I’m the same! Of course you still — argh!” He lunged at Isaac, fists flailing.
Isaac automatically flinched and dropped down as Summer lunged for him, bringing his hands up over his head and shivering. “No. But how when I looked at you like that and it made me…how does that not make you angry?”
He yanked Isaac’s hands down, glaring. “I’m still me! Why would I be angry that I turn you on — regardless of what fucking body I’m in! I’m still turned on by you!” He growled, shoving Isaac away, and turned away. “It’s not like I’m asking you to prove you still love me or anything.”