It definitely helped, that she let him drink it on his own, he already felt awful that he'd put her through... whatever this was, now, and for everything else, too, now that suddenly -

But she didn't understand - of course she didn't, he hadn't been very clear. It was hard, when he wasn't sure what had happened, himself, but he nodded when she said they were safe. He took another slow drink, trying to pull his teeming thoughts together into something clear enough so as to make sense. "I know - I know, we are, but... I mean, I know I thought we weren't, and it was awful, and I'm sorry." He wasn't sure he could ever tell her just how ashamed he was, just how sorry. "But even though it was awful - I mean, it knocked something - everything - losse. Summer, I remember my whole life, it's right here, it's... I feel like it's going to start pouring out my ears, but I remember it all. I remember you - " and saying that, he couldn't help but move to take her hand again - gently, so very gently, because if he'd actually hurt her, he'd never forgive himself. "And I'm sorry - God, I'm so sorry..."