Life definitely had a way of twisting around even the best-laid plans, but he liked to think maybe they weren't so far off track. The only way he had to convince her he was here to stay was to stay, and so that's exactly what he planned on doing. He didn't plan on working at the hospital forever, but every time he sat down to write in the journal she'd gotten him, it felt a little easier, a little more natural. He had hopes of someday reclaiming that job at the paper, or any paper, for that matter. He'd find some way to do what he was good at, he just needed a little more time to get good at it once more.

Right now, though, he was happy with how Summer pulled herself closer as they headed for the park. "I brought a bedsheet, I hope that's okay?" he said - it had been easier to roll up and put into the basket, and it was warm enough outside that it shouldn't get cold later, given that it was July. "But it is something to sit on, so you won't get that pretty dress dirty. That would be a shame, and I won't be the one responsible for it," he teased, fingers moving to touch the side of that dress just briefly before they moved away again.