With her putting in a good word for him, he was sure to get the job, and maybe it would help, somehow - maybe he could help, because he knew what it was like to be laid up in a hospital and there were still plenty of men there. He didn't know if it would help with his memory, but it would help him move on in one way or anything, and so he nodded gratefully. Though when Summer said her father probably wouldn't find it proper, his smile flickered a little and he nodded again.] Well, things are... complicated, either way. So maybe it's best if we're not under the same roof, right?" If things came to that, down the road... they'd come to it. And he could tell, even without her saying so, that it was something she wanted. So that was starting to make it something he wanted to give her, even without knowing really why. "Well, I am a veteran," he pointed out - which of course she knew - when she said her uncle was more likely to hire him because of it. "And we ought to help each other. I'd be grateful if you could give me his number. I don't mind calling him, myself." He felt grateful that Summer was offering to do this all for him, but how could he let her? He was supposed to be getting his life back, or at least getting a life back, and he wasn't afraid to ask around for help to do it, when he knew where to ask.

Though really, what mattered in this moment was how much happier Summer looked - it set him at ease more than he realized, to see her smiling more than the opposite. Of course, when she said she'd do anything... he found his hand touching her face before he even realized it was happening, but even though his heart was racing and he wasn't sure if she'd pull away, he left it there when he said, "I don't know what I did, to have someone like you looking out for me, Summer Roberts. I must have been a saint."