He nodded, smiling as best he could - which grew a little softer as she said he could stay at her house, that he shouldn't be going anywhere alone, even home to her uncle's. "We'd better call your uncle, or he might start some horrible gossip," he tried to jest, but he nodded at her demands. "But... I would appreciate it, if you and your father would let me stay. Just tonight. I'm sure I'll be better in the morning." Maybe his mind would have settled, maybe he'd just be used to the feeling of a whole lifetime of memories where before there had been none. Either way, he knew why Summer was insisting he stay, and he was happy to oblige her.

Though his smile grew sheepish a moment later and she berated him for even worrying about how she'd felt. "I hope not," he admitted, because Rutherford was a big town... but not that big. People talked. And if they started talking about how Summer was dating someone who'd lost his mind in the war... it could do a lot of damage. He didn't want that for her - or for him, no, he wanted to really think about getting his job back at the paper, now that he could properly remember it. And he nodded when she said it was a good thing, what had happened. "I guess I just thought it would be a little... slower. Or calmer, at least," he murmured, glancing up at her, moving his fingers to touch her hair now, just a soft, sweet gesture. "Not all at once during a fireworks show. I wanted to enjoy that with you. I've been looking forward to it all week."