“You’re welcome. I don’t like it when people hurt, and it’s more than a bit too soon for any other way to make you feel better.” Summer gave Tony a little bow, hand over heart.
“Hmm,” he summed quietly as he took a sip of his scotch. “Did you want anything to drink? I have water too,” he shrugged and glanced to her. He owed her a lot but he wasn’t about to get any more feels-y than he already was.
“No, thank you. Drinking doesn’t do anything for me, and there’s nothing I’ll do drunk that I wouldn’t also do sober.” Summer glanced around, truly taking in the space for the first time. “So this is your particular space.”