He shrugged a little helplessly. "I guess they were just busy." Though he was, admittedly, a little relieved when she said they'd be happy to see him - that's what he wanted, needed - parents who could take him in, help him, give him someone to turn to when he had no idea how to handle this on his own. And he was growing less sure by the minute, given that clearly this didn't affect just him, but someone who was supposed to be so important to him, too. He needed to sit down and ask his parents about Summer, about what to do, about how to help her through this. The ability to take on the world, the fear of nothing that the amnesia had brought with it had fully disappeared, leaving only uncertainty in its place.

Uncertainty and surprise, as Summer moved, despite everything, to kiss him again. No, it wouldn't - couldn't - be the kiss she wanted but after the initial second of shock his lips moved to mold to hers as something in his body, at least, remembered how kissing was supposed to go. His hands reached out for her hips, touching them tentatively without his permission, as he tried to put one last apology into that kiss, and part of his desire to figure this out, to make it right, somehow. It wasn't the love she wanted, but hopefully it could somehow help, all the same.