She laughed harder. “You could go into a room by yourself and lock him out. It’s not much fun to call you up if I only get to listen to you threaten him. Forget him. How was your Christmas?”
“I’ve had better,” he replied, passing by his older counterpart and stomping his foot, causing the older man to yelp and fall over. “How is yours, love?”
“I am overburdened with family,” she told him, emphasising the last word a bit savagely. “My sister, my mother’s brother, my father’s sisters, all four of my first cousins, and the one once removed — augh! I couldn’t even hear myself /think/ this morning.” Summer picked up a brush and began to run it through her hair. “But once actual Christmas was over, it’s not been too bad. My usual term is ‘peopled out’, and I so am.”
Anthony narrowed his eyes as Tony started messing with his cat and he briefly considered homicide, before he sighed. “It could be worse,” he chuckled, walking over to Tony and grabbing him by the ear. “You could be in my position.”
“What, locked up with my older self? I don’t think so. We’d kill each other! One of me is bad enough.” She pulled her hair over one shoulder, running the brush idly through the ends. “You should get your own space. Somewhere he can’t look over your shoulder all the time … I’d like to be able to visit you.”