She was really doing the best thing for him, holding him without grabbing, speaking softly, just letting him know he was okay. He wasn't in the kind of shock that would make him violent, he just... didn't know what was going on, didn't know what to do, almost paralyzed by the onslaught of memories that kept piling up in his head, a whole lifetime of them, things he knew he had known that had somehow been lost and were now all clamoring for attention at the same time.
But it wasn't Summer's fault, and he would tell her that a million times when this was over. He hadn't thought about the sound of the fireworks either, he had been looking forward to seeing them just as much. No one could have known what would happen, and in the end, it would have been a good thing. But right now he just felt overwhelmed, lost, and with the explosions still going on overhead, he felt terrified, too. But Summer was still there, still touching him, and for a moment he was scared for her, too - what if she was killed by a bomb? What if she was gone forever and he had to do this alone? - and without thinking one of his hands tried to find hers, tried to grab it, holding tightly as it maybe that would help, even if it didn't make much sense.
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But it wasn't Summer's fault, and he would tell her that a million times when this was over. He hadn't thought about the sound of the fireworks either, he had been looking forward to seeing them just as much. No one could have known what would happen, and in the end, it would have been a good thing. But right now he just felt overwhelmed, lost, and with the explosions still going on overhead, he felt terrified, too. But Summer was still there, still touching him, and for a moment he was scared for her, too - what if she was killed by a bomb? What if she was gone forever and he had to do this alone? - and without thinking one of his hands tried to find hers, tried to grab it, holding tightly as it maybe that would help, even if it didn't make much sense.