Vex let out a soft, contented chuckle at Summer’s words. “That /was/ the plan,” he murmured as he continued to play with her hair, running his fingers through it, twisting it lightly between his fingertips. His other arm remained coiled tightly around her, protectively, and despite his calm state, his worry still fluttered around him like a thick aura of concern.
“Keep doing that and I’ll do anything you say,” Summer murmured. But even while Vex had the front of her mind thoroughly distracted and slowly tempted, the back of her mind gnawed at the problem.
The Mesmer chuckled softly, but didn’t say anything else in response to what she’d said. He knew they had to figure out this problem, but right then, he just wanted to relax and make sure that Summer was really okay. The doctor had said it’d be fine.. but still; he was easily worried when it came to these things, not to mention when it seemed to somehow involve Summer.
She kept trying, habitually, to push her mind toward his, to find out what he was feeling. Like poking a bruise, or a cat scratch. Or being blinded. The thing she relied on, to move through life, was gone.
Summer pressed her lips together and turned her face into Vex’s chest more. The headache was fading under his clever hands, and the nausea, mostly replaced by a sort of vague desire. She hitched herself around a little more, all but draping her legs over his lap, and snuggled. “If you do it much longer, I’m likely to go to sleep.”