"I'm an idiot."
"You're not an idiot, Summer."
"Yes. I am. I'm a total idiot… and I'm selfish."
He really wanted to argue with that but somehow Seth didn't think it was going to help. They'd both been sitting in their cramped hotel room for the past few hours while Summer berated herself for trying to ruin a funeral, even if it was her long-estranged mother's. He knew he should feel bad for encouraging her but truth be told Seth was kind of looking forward to watching it all fold out.
"Well, okay I'll give you that one," he ducked as a half-hearted hand shot out towards his shoulder, "but you're still not an idiot," he finished reaching over the bed to take the hand that had attacked him.
"Oh, yeah cause talking trash about someone at their funeral sounds like such a rational and like, non-idiotic idea," she threw back sarcastically.
Seth swung his legs over so that he was now sitting next to Summer, both their legs swinging idly from the edge of the bed.
"She deserved it."
"Nobody deserves that," she insisted.
"Oh, cause if I left you I'm sure you'd never talk trash about me at my funeral," he countered lightly.
"No, I wouldn't," she was looking straight into his eyes, full of sincerity, "I'm pretty sure the person who caused the death doesn't get to go."
It took a moment before her deadpan expression to crack leaving a lopsided grin on her face. Seth reached out, grabbing her waist and tickling mercilessly until Summers screams and threats of violence filled the room.
"Stop! Cohen, seriously I'm gonna kick your ass! STOP IT JERK!"
"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try Roberts, cause you're looking a little less than badass from—"
He stopped short, groaning as Summer retracted her knee from his groin.
"I warned you," she shrugged sweetly.
"Uhhnrrgh."
Throwing herself back onto the bed Summer let out a deep sigh.
"I guess we should pack."
"If I can walk!" Seth snapped.
"Oh, come on! I barely touched you!" she yanked at his arm.
"Well, I just hope you never wanted children because I'm pretty sure that after that little escapade the dream is over."
"Aww, I'll kiss it better," she smirked.
"No. I don't think I trust you," he feigned doubt.
"You're what? Cutting me off?" she spluttered, trying not to laugh.
"Exactly. This ship has sailed, Missy."
"But it has my name on it," she pouted, clambering over to straddle him.
At that he sat up, a curious look sweeping over his face.
"The boat or the penis?"
"What?"
"Cause last time I checked it didn't… do you have sharpies!" he asked suddenly.
"NO!" she let herself fall forward giggling.
Seth didn't hesitated in taking advantage of her new position as he brought his lips up to meet her own. Summer kissed him back, a sweet prolonged kiss that slowed all the laughter down as they settled.
He paused to look up at her, silent for a moment, "you okay?"
"Yeah," she sighed, "let's just go home."
"So, totally agreed."
It took them much longer than either had ever suspected to get packed, of course getting packed also included clearing up their mess from the night before and that wasn't something that either was accustomed too.
"I'm just gonna get Rosa to follow me around from now on, y'know it's like putting a totally new angle on housekeeping for the new century. Seth-keeping. She can keep me clean," he nodded.
"What like shower you and stuff?" she asked, a pile of silver trays filling her hands.
"Nooo! Like just pick up all the trash I leave everywhere, put stuff back where I got it from. You know the kinda stuff that my Mom refuses to do for me."
"God, you're so lazy!" Summer cried, throwing a plastic fork in his direction.
"Hey, hey! Nobody needs to lose an eye."
"Yeah, like you even need your depth perception anyway, all you do is like, read comics and their all flat anyway," she retorted.
"2D, Summer, 2D. Flat is like, what a pancake is. Except that pancakes are actually thick and delicious and y'know not really flat."
"Whatev. Just help clean or something, I don't want to get landed with some random cleaning bill, they always jack you."
"Won't Daddy pay for it anyway?" he enquired over his complimentary newspaper.
"That's not the point," she replied exasperated, "why aren't you helping?"
"You maimed me, Summer, I need to keep all my strength for the plane ride home."
"Yeah, cause sleeping the whole way and drooling on some random sitting next to you is so tiring," she snipped.
"I'll drool on you if you'd like, my darling," he opened his arms wide, letting the newspaper drop to the ground opening his mouth and heading towards her as Summer freaked.
"No, no, no, no, no!" she screamed.
Seth threw his arms around her, crushing Summer to him as she winced continuing to make a fuss. Eventually she quietened down lifting her head up to see that he was not in fact drooling on her. Something that Summer considered to be a very good thing.
"Let's go, we'll miss our plane if we have to pick up all this stuff, I'm just not practised in the art of cleaning – we should let someone who is enjoy that experience. Do you want to rob someone of their calling in life, Sum? Do you?" he rambled.
Grabbing her bag, Summer took his offered hand and ten minutes later they were in the back of a New York taxi, several hours later they were safely on a plane back to California.
There was something comforting about getting back home. It was as if Summer was escaping from her actions, from all the stupid things she'd done in New York. The woman she had gone to see might have been shallow and abandoning but she was still her Mother and Summer would never get away from that. Summer wouldn't be waiting for a call from her anymore, and it was nice in a way to have that kind of closure.
When she and Seth stepped out into the terminal she saw Marissa and Ryan waiting for them, almost immediately Marissa ran towards her, drawing her into a slightly awkward embrace.
"Summer! How are you, how was it?"
"Kinda sucked," she said with a little smile, "but it's okay."
Her gaze fled to Seth – smiling as his hand came to rest gently on her shoulder – it was true, she was okay.
"It's over now."