Summer sulked. “Fine. I see how this goes. I can get my /own/ dinner.” She didn’t actually get up, though, instead dragging her knees up to her chest and putting her arms around them. A huge yawn interrupted the pout.
-You are aware that takeout means dinner comes to you, are you not?- The question was delivered with a suspiciously innocent flatness. He fell silent after that, as he usually did when sulking was involved.
Eight and a half minutes later, Tony knocked ‘shave and a haircut’ on the door.
“‘s open!” Summer yelled. She laid there and looked at the door slightly upsidedown, still pouting a little. Helios fluffed off the couch and padded to the door to headbutt Tony. “I thought you weren’t coming.”
Tony stepped into the room, scooping Helios up as he did. He gave Summer somewhat of an odd look as the door closed behind him. “While I appreciate the vote of confidence, I’d’ve just said I was busy or that you were welcome to come up to the shop if I planned on staying there.”
“Didn’t want to. Tired.” She didn’t even know why she was persisting in sulkiness, except that it had been a long, exhausting week and she felt like she hadn’t seen enough of him. Which was probably entirely untrue, but it was what she felt like. It didn’t help that she was out of sorts from feeling disorganised, with most of her things actually still in badly labelled boxes. “Don’t want to unpack, Tony. Make it just magically be done.”