“Doesn’t matter.” He said softly, drawing his legs to his chest. “I’m not enough. I’m going to try, but I don’t know if I can make it. I love him. He’s my everything, my only, but I’m not that for him. And he doesn’t know what that does to me. Not really.” He explained.
“The hell you say,” she shot back, feeling anger start to flare. “Tony’s not stupid, you know. You tried to kill yourself. Did you not hear me? It will destroy him if you try again, far less succeed.” ‘How can you say you love him, if this is your reaction to his true nature?’ she wanted to say, wanted to shout. ‘Love doesn’t demand change!’ But she bit her tongue, hard. Even she was unsure if those thoughts came from long experience, long empathy, or simple ugly jealousy. Summer reached out to take Dummy’s hand. “There are others who will miss you too, if you kill yourself. Happy, and Pepper, for starters.”
“He doesn’t need me, he has someone else.” He pulled away from her as he stood up. “No, they wouldn’t. Happy doesn’t know me, Pepper doesn’t even visit me anymore. No one would care if I were gone.” he said, walking back to his room and locking himself back in his room.
“What the actual fuck was that?!” Summer exploded. She bounced up off the couch, striding after Dummy. She jerked at the handle, and when it wouldn’t move, she ground her teeth. “Dummy, if you don’t open up this door right now, I am going to take it off the fucking hinges. You are not allowed to run away from this, you selfish little child. You promised to try! I’m willing to love you both, even if you aren’t, but not like this!” she shouted, bracing one fist against the wall. “Open the damned door!”
Dummy slowly opened the door, his gaze icy cold. “You’re the other one. No. Stay away from me. I never want to see you again,” he said, his voice dead even before he closed his door again.
“How selfish can you possibly be, to place your own desires above those of the person you supposedly love, to the point of willingly, deliberately hurting them?!” Summer abandoned the last edges of control. “Are you really so selfish, so jealous, that you’ll abandon the chance to be loved by more than one person, by anyone else, because this one person you want doesn’t return your affections the way you want? You told Tony you would try this. This is not trying. What kind of person does that make you, anyway?” She hammered on the door. “I am going to give you one more chance to act like the person Tony tells me he loves, before I melt this door right off its hinges.”