A hug was more than okay - and it was comforting in a way that he'd forgotten how to be comforted, almost. The hug his mother had given him had been nothing like this; this was something he returned easily, tightly, not making a move to pull back because honestly... he didn't want to, his hands moving to rest loosely on her back as he closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of her hair - a scent that almost made him jerk with recognition, but of what he didn't know. He just knew that he knew it, and that fact alone made him smile, even if she couldn't see it. He inhaled again, deeply, letting that scent wash over him. Somehow, that scent really felt like home.

So much so that when she started talking, he didn't move to pull away then, either. She was right, starting from the beginning was... well, a good start, although - "It's all rehash to you," he murmured, finally pulling himself away just a little to look at her, hands still on her hips, testing those waters. "But I'd like to try that... if it's not too hard for you."

He was pretty sure she didn't mean here, now, tonight, when she asked about staying or going. "I don't know. I don't... feel like there's anything here for me now, other than you," he admitted honestly. He could go ask for his job back, yes... but how would that work out? Could he, should he pretend nothing had happened, should he tell them he'd lost his memory, and how would that affect his employment? "I have to get a job," he said. "I'm sure my parents would let me stay with them, but..." he wasn't sure how long, or how well that would go. One full day and he was already climbing the walls.