You … went all sad just then. Don’t … it’s okay. I’m used to being alone. *reaches out a hand to him, frowning sadly* Please don’t hurt.
“Yeah,” Tony mumbled, pulling his hand away from hers and turning around to walk back inside. “Hurting is too easy. It’s hard to feel good about things.” He walked straight to the bar to pour himself some scotch.
“No!… god, why am I so /stupid/ sometimes.” Summer turned around and pounded her head gently on the railing for a moment. Then she cautiously followed Tony inside. “I’m … sorry. I didn’t mean to hit a sore spot. Please?”