She let the water swallow her again, propelling herself toward him, then flipping into a handstand and coming back up. “There was enough fear that you couldn’t do /that/. I wanted to play splash games, chase and dive and jump and …” Summer shrugged, “be five again. Can’t do that with your fear choking me every time.”
Hands on hips, she regarded him narrowly. “You … have no idea what I mean. Do you.”
Tony shrugged stiffly, still propping himself up on the edge of the pool. “Not really, no.” He arched an eyebrow. “But yeah, you’ve got a point there. I act like a five year old best when surrounded by sharp objects, destructive equipment, or car parts. Or any combination of the above. More of a poolside lounger, myself.”
“Well fuck a duck,” Summer muttered. She wanted to play, giggle, be silly … fine. “Fine. Just … How about you show me all your cars then? Just let me take a quick shower and rinse the chlorine out of my hair first. Can we do that?” She leaned on her arms next to him and applied puppy-dog eyes.