He supposed they were probably trying to be supportive in their own way - after all, if they thought he was faking or if they thought that going on as normal would help then it made sense... but he couldn't help but want them to be a little more supportive. That was why he'd found himself at Summer's door this evening... maybe it had been taking advantage, but when she'd said he could come there if he needed someplace else to go... well, he had. He'd desperately wanted to be somewhere where he knew someone would pay attention to him, actually listen to him instead of nagging or acting like he was being insufferable.

Of course, when she said she'd expected his parents to act this way, that he'd mentioned them before... he felt a little vindicated, even if it still felt like being selfish. but he couldn't help but smile when she said he was still welcome there, nodding a little. And while it did still sound... strange, to have her tell him so simply that she loved him... it wasn't unwelcome. He wasn't caught off guard this time, not like before. He looked over at her, his smile almost turning sad. "I want to say I love you back - I mean, I wish I could, I wish I could remember you because... you seem pretty wonderful and I've only known you the two days - that I can remember," he murmured. And he might have said more, but when she indicated the stack of papers and said they were letters he'd written - "They are? You... you wouldn't mind if I read them?" Maybe they could help, maybe it would be like talking to himself from the past, maybe it would jog something loose.