Just leaving behind the clamour of the crowd at the mall helped; Summer felt the taste of it slide out of her mind like waves receding from the shore. It didn’t change the aftershocks of channelling the Hulk, but at least it stopped it from getting worse. Her breathing easing, she told Tony, “You got me out of there. That’s all I needed.” She flexed her fingers against yet another spasm, trying to force her body to relax. “Now all I can do is wait, and try not to think about it.”
Looking around the room, she added, “This is where you live? It’s really nice.”
Tony could see that she’d relaxed, at least a little, and breathed a sigh of relief. He ran a hand roughly through his hair, looking her over for signs of discomfort. Tony decided he’d talk about something else to get her mind off recent events.
“Yeah, this is it. Well, on this coast, at least.” He grinned. “I like it,” he said, looking around the room with a content look on his face. “I’m glad you do too…”
“Of /course/ you have multiple houses.” Summer nearly facepalmed. “Tony, I swear you have too much money for your own good.” Pushing herself up to lean on the arm of the couch, she looked around more, taking in little details. The wide expanse of windows. The isolated and apparently empty desk. Abandoned books and games — it was not a sterile space, despite its size. She slid one foot off the couch to rub it in the rug.
“I can’t believe you live alone up here.”