Summer gave a soft smile at that response, and she looked at Stark just a moment longer before shifting, lowering her head a little to better get comfortable against him as she explained.

"Right, so," she said, "don't, like, quote me on any of this, but Schrödinger is this guy who did this thought experiment that's, like, supposed explain quantum physics or whatever. And so there's the box, and he's all, 'there's a cat in this box. There's also a mechanism that will totally kill the cat inside the box, too.' But you don't know if the cat is already dead from the mechanism or not, and you don't know unless you look. So, if you don't look, theoretically, the cat could be dead or it could still be alive. If you don't look, there's a slim chance the cat is still alive."

There was a pause, wrestling down a lump in her throat, another building of tears in her eyes.

"But if you do look, well, then..."

She trailed off, and waited, to see if he was anywhere near picking up what she was putting down.