"I guess we will." He liked the idea, too - it meant they'd stick together, that he would stick around and she would stand by him if they were going to pass the jacket back and forth. Of course, if he'd known her feelings, he would have been happy to simply give it to her and just 'borrow' it back if he ever went out in uniform again, though of course that would be mostly at her request anyway, given that he'd been honorably discharged after his memory loss.

And honestly, Bob was hoping he'd be able to stay the night, simply because he was sick and tired of hospitals when clearly there was nothing wrong with him, not anymore. He glanced down at Summer as she spoke, nodding a little, hoping she was right - but he knew his case was special, not exactly like the shell shock she and so many others had seen boys come back with. "I hope so. I feel a little overwhelmed, still... but I don't want to lose this." All of his memories, everything he'd shared with her - and everyone else in his life - was suddenly back, and it felt so precious, he didn't want to grasp too hard for fear of driving it away again. "I didn't even know how much I was missing."