With every memory that came back, Summer seemed to smile a little more - not that she hadn't been supportive, regardless, but when he'd made it his personal mission to get that smile to come out as often as possible, that in and of itself was encouragement for him. But he couldn't say he didn't want his life back, too, to figure out who he was and who the people around him were. Maybe he didn't get along wonderfully with his parents, but they were supportive in their own way - they still treated him mostly as if nothing had ever happened, and while it could be aggravating... sometimes it was comforting, too. That maybe by not letting this change affect the way they treated him, they were supporting him in a way they couldn't or wouldn't with words.

But Summer had still been the most instrumental, and when she opened that door with that look on her face - oh, he felt like the luckiest man on earth, memories or no. He was about to say she looked lovely but she beat him to it, making him glow a little with pride - that was why he'd worn it, after all, to look nice for her because he knew she liked it. "Thank you," he murmured, stepping a little closer. "But I'm nothing compared to you. You look amazing."