“Summer?
”Summer, wake up.”
She blinked up at him, smothering a yawn. “Arthur?” she said sleepily.
“Summer?
”Summer, wake up.”
She blinked up at him, smothering a yawn. “Arthur?” she said sleepily.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to catch the edg—oh my gods. I’m so sorry. I’m /so/ sorry.”
“No need to apologize.”
“You’re Arthur, you’re — oh gods. I’m so sorry.”