To say Summer looked terrible was... well, a bit of an understatement. The girl who answered the door was pale and haggard-looking, her eyes red and rimmed with dark circles. For a heartbeat he thought maybe she was sick, and then he thought... but no, this couldn't all be over him, could it? That was ridiculous... wasn't it? He stood there for a second, staring at her with his mouth slightly open, before he realized he had to say something and it sure couldn't be, Wow, you don't look very well.. So instead he swallowed and tried to look her in the face and said, "Hi, Summer."

Suddenly this seemed like a very bad idea, like he should just turn around and go. But that was a horrible thing to do, and so instead he just stood on the doorstep, book hanging loosely from his fingers, glancing past her to see if her family would come rushing over to see who was here. But it was just her, no one else showed up to save him, and so finally he added, lamely, "I thought I might come by. But if you don't want to see me..." He'd understand. He just wasn't sure how to tell her that he desperately didn't want to go home - that place didn't feel like his home, and he didn't know where else to go, who else to turn to.