He couldn't blame her, he hadn't been making much sense, though it was admittedly hard to make sense of something you didn't understand, yourself. He was still feeling beyond shaken - part of him wanted to tear his stifling uniform off and curl up in bed and just... sleep until things made sense again. But he didn't have that luxury, he was still in the park with Summer and he still wanted her to understand. He wasn't sure if her reaction was a good one or a bad one, and suddenly he was terrified that this would hurt things more than help them. But it was the truth, when he nodded weakly and said, "Everything. I mean - I think everything, it's... it's a lot. But I remember you and I remember... I remember being ten, and twenty, and I remember when you were ten..." He had to laugh a little, because some of those memories... oh, they were good, they were something he couldn't have known he'd missed until he had them back. "I remember leaving and I remember your face when I did, and I remember thinking I'd win the whole damn war myself in a month if I could get back that much sooner." Which, clearly, hadn't worked.