"Well... I'll try and save some for you," he laughed - and he would, though there was more than enough for both of them to get their fill. In fact, he was pretty sure that Summer would always make sure he had enough, whether it be food or love or simply companionship.
And that feeling was true - if anyone took good care of him, it was Summer. Oh, his parents took care of him, let him stay until he'd managed to talk to Summer's uncle and set up accommodations with him in exchange for helping out around the house. The man was kind enough and sympathetic to his cause, and certainly didn't mind when Robert brought home the groceries with the salary he'd been earning as an orderly in the hospital. It wasn't exciting work, per se - cleaning and changing sheets and carrying whatever needed carrying back and forth, up and down the floors - but he felt like he was helping, and he often saw Summer when they both had a shift at the same time, although she didn't work full-time like he did.
He'd gotten to know her, much better - on his own, at first, starting over, but he'd wanted to know her and she'd been willing to tell him almost anything he asked. And much to everyone's delight, his memory had been coming back - though slowly, in spurts, and things were still awfully patchy. But he remembered parts of growing up, certain events, remembered that time he'd tried to kiss Summer when they were kids and she'd smacked him for the effort. He even remembered parts of the letters he'd written to her - she'd let him borrow them, and sometimes when he'd read one or the other, he could specifically remember writing it to her.
It had been fall when he'd come home, but it was July before he knew it. He had been taking Summer out on dates fairly regularly since he'd gotten back, as soon as he'd gotten a job and she'd been satisfied that he wasn't spending all his money on her. And the Fourth of July fireworks put on by their town and the few neighboring ones together seemed like a perfect date - a late-afternoon picnic and some fireworks to watch while cuddled together. And so he showed up on Summer's doorstep that afternoon in his service uniform - she hadn't gotten to see much of him in it and if there was ever a day to wear it, it was today - with a picnic basket hanging from the crook of one elbow as he knocked.
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And that feeling was true - if anyone took good care of him, it was Summer. Oh, his parents took care of him, let him stay until he'd managed to talk to Summer's uncle and set up accommodations with him in exchange for helping out around the house. The man was kind enough and sympathetic to his cause, and certainly didn't mind when Robert brought home the groceries with the salary he'd been earning as an orderly in the hospital. It wasn't exciting work, per se - cleaning and changing sheets and carrying whatever needed carrying back and forth, up and down the floors - but he felt like he was helping, and he often saw Summer when they both had a shift at the same time, although she didn't work full-time like he did.
He'd gotten to know her, much better - on his own, at first, starting over, but he'd wanted to know her and she'd been willing to tell him almost anything he asked. And much to everyone's delight, his memory had been coming back - though slowly, in spurts, and things were still awfully patchy. But he remembered parts of growing up, certain events, remembered that time he'd tried to kiss Summer when they were kids and she'd smacked him for the effort. He even remembered parts of the letters he'd written to her - she'd let him borrow them, and sometimes when he'd read one or the other, he could specifically remember writing it to her.
It had been fall when he'd come home, but it was July before he knew it. He had been taking Summer out on dates fairly regularly since he'd gotten back, as soon as he'd gotten a job and she'd been satisfied that he wasn't spending all his money on her. And the Fourth of July fireworks put on by their town and the few neighboring ones together seemed like a perfect date - a late-afternoon picnic and some fireworks to watch while cuddled together. And so he showed up on Summer's doorstep that afternoon in his service uniform - she hadn't gotten to see much of him in it and if there was ever a day to wear it, it was today - with a picnic basket hanging from the crook of one elbow as he knocked.