He didn't want her to feel bad - she apologized and for a second he was baffled, before he tried to tell her, "No - not your fault, it's not your fault." Absolutely none of this was her fault, she wanted to see fireworks with her boyfriend and what was wrong with that? He'd wanted the same, to take his girl out for a special night... and look at what had happened. Because... a flashback? It made sense, as much as anything did, but... it was more than that. A lot more than that, it had to be, his head was so crammed full of everything that he didn't even know how to articulate it.

So he didn't try, not yet; instead he tried to do what she said, breathing in and out, trying to think about only that. And it was working, he could feel his heart slowing down, bit by bit, his head spinning a little less, though he closed his eyes again and tried to relax faster. He was starting to feel embarrassed, ashamed, and he was pretty sure she wouldn't want anyone to see her with him like this, and people would be getting up soon - it might already be too late. He tried to start pushing himself up into a sitting position, realizing he was still gripping her hand so tightly he had to be hurting her. "Oh, I - I'm sorry, why didn't you say something, Summer - " He let her hand go, frowning, feeling awful. "Did I hurt you?"