fh_trips | Fhloston, Thursday Morning/Afternoon

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spring break 2024: astrotorium

Fhloston, Thursday Morning/Afternoon

Only a few days left in this interstellar marvel of an amusement park! It's time to start getting serious about making sure you ride every ride and see every show, because this is a once in a lifetime experience!

Unless you want to pay to come back for another visit. In that case, it's a once-in-as-many-times-as-you-want-to-pay-for-it experience!

[While only a few rides, restaurants, and attractions will be shown per day, a full list of them can be found HERE]

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Maybe ironically the room where they'd moved the bed to!

But, yeah, no, if anything, Stark was just making the awkwardness worse with that hand brushing her hair like that. She sort of gave it a side-ways glance before looking back at Stark somewhat imploringly. Because, like, really? Did he really want to have this conversation right now?

"It...definitely wasn't horrible, I can tell you that much."

That would be ironic!

Stark dropped his hand at that look from Summer.

"I worried when you didn't come back," he said finally. "I'm...I'm glad it was nothing horrible keeping you away."

Summer nodded a little, some of that awkwardness managing to drift away along with his hand, and she shrugged, giving Stark a faint smile.

"I wouldn't just abandon my own party not even half-way though, Stark," she pointed out. "Especially not the school trip room party."

"But you did leave," Stark said softly. "Even if you didn't abandon anything. I just...didn't expect you to. That's all."

"It was kind of a spur of the moment thing," Summer countered, "you know? And even if it wasn't, why would that matter if I want to go do something with someone else for a while?"

"You can do what you like," Stark said, sitting back on his heels. "With who you like. Of course you can. I just...you don't usually leave your parties."

Especially not with other people who might not even have names.

"I wasn't expecting it. That's all."

She had a name! It was just that that name was slipping away from Summer's memory right now! There had been way more interesting things to remember about her than her nameespecially for a moment, to really let it get settled in before she nodded.

"Well," she said. "This time, I did. It's not a big deal."

But if he wanted to make it one, you better believe it would be.

Stark had promised nearly a full year ago that he would try his best not to be weird about any of this. He was doing his best to keep that promise.

"I didn't mean to make it one. I just didn't expect it and then I worried because I'm me. I'm sorry. I know..."

He drew back a little more, hunching his shoulders as he tightened his mask. "Does your head feel better?"

"You worry way too much, Stark," said Summer, words that weren't anything new, but they were words she felt she hadn't had to say in a while and words she she didn't have to say now and also words that made her worried about what exactly it was that Stark was worried about.

"But, yeah," she gave him a small smile. "My head feels a lot better, thank you."

"I know," Stark said. "I promise you I know that."

It had been a worrisome few days with their first night here interrupted by a giant space attraction crashing into their resort and then their hotel slowly collapsing around them while a very odd theme park made itself at home. He'd done better with that than anyone could have expected at least?

"I'm sorry. I try not to worry. I'm glad your head is better."

His own hurt more now. He wasn't going to bring that up. That was just how this worked.

"I'm..." he hesitated, unsure if he ought to continue the thought.

Well, Summer was just going to sit there and look at him expectantly while he tried to figure that one out, then.

Right. He ought to finish the thought then.

"I'm just glad you're here now," Stark said, looking down. "That you came back. I...that's all."

Yes, he knew it was her room too but he also knew that she probably knew that wasn't what he meant. At least he hoped she did.

He lifted his head enough to look at her briefly.

And when he did lift his head, he would see Summer still just looking steadily back at him, though there an air of considering in it, like she was trying to make a decision on something.

And she pretty much decided to give it the same fuck it she had to things last night, and that turned out fucking awesome, so...

"What? You think I'm going to deal with a hangover and you worrying times a billion if I hadn't? Come on."

She pushed herself up to her feet and held out her hands to help Stark up, too.

"Let's go find some coffee and some food that is never going to taste even half as amazing to us as it will this morning or while being high."

"Thank you," Stark said. "For...dealing with me."

His smile was faint and hesitant but it was there as he grasped her hands and got to his feet. And maybe he was going to hold on to her left hand for now, if she'd let him.

"Coffee sounds wonderful. And food. I should have eaten more yesterday. I know better than to not eat before one of your parties. Do you think they have space coffee?"

Summer was actually going to do Stark one (hopefully) better, and keep pulling him in, into a hug. One that lingered for just the tiniest bit before she gave him a tight squeeze and pulled away.

"Don't call it that," she said, "that's offensive. Oh! Did you see when Atton threw a jello shot at Anakin? And then they started bickering like an old married couple?" She grinned at Stark, shaking her head. "Prime space boomer behavior, right there."

That hug might have been just what Stark needed and he squeezed back with a tiny relieved sigh.

"I did not see any flying jello. Did he hit him? I'm sorry I missed that..."

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