“Why in the world do you even want to?” Summer fell back a step, raising her head. Her eyes glittered green in the lights. “Yeah, sure, you can persuade me to believe what you say, you’re supposed to be good at that. And that brings us right back to the start of this, doesn’t it? Because you won’t.”
“Because you helped me feel better. I’m being told I should be considerate towards others’ feelings,” he shrugged. He met her gaze, admiring the color of her eyes and she looked back up into his. “I was being serious, Summer. You shouldn’t beat yourself up so much, everyone is beautiful. You’re beautiful,” he stepped in close and lifted a hand to cup her cheek.
It almost hurt, how hard Tony was trying and how little difference it was making right now. She just looked at him, brows drawn together and mouth flat, no trace of the smiling, gently flirting girl left. “I’ve looked in the mirror. I don’t know what you’re looking at.”