"You don't have to."

There was so much being said here that Summer felt needed to be unpacked, but, for the time being, that much she knew for sure. They could get to all the rest of it later.

She then shifted a little, sort of wriggling out Stark's arms enough so that she could just take his hand hand, leaving her other one free to fish out her keys and pull him with her toward the door. "Come on. There's probably some pretty gnarly scratches all up on my back, too, I'll need help with those."

She paused, looking back at him over her shoulder. "If you wanted to."