Flopping over onto her back, she frowned up at him. “I wonder what it is that he wanders off /for/. It’s like he just comes back to touch base and then he’s off again. What is he /doing/?”“Fuck if I know,” Tony replied, as he dropped down to sit cross-legged beside her, leaning back on his hands. “Trust me, I’ve asked. It’s about as helpful as belling him.”
Summer put one arm behind her head. “There’s no understanding him, is there? I mean, I still don’t understand why he came back here. Or, hell, why he came here in the first place. Earth, I mean.”