He knew by now that Summer was amazing, loyal, and above all strong. She'd been strong for him while he was away, and strong for him while he was here and just beyond her reach the way she wanted him. And he was more than glad for both their sakes that he was back, whole, or at least well on his way to getting there.

"I feel all right, yeah," he confirmed, when she asked, feeling her arm tighten in his almost the same way his stomach tightened as they turned down their block. "I mean... I feel a little... like my head is very full," he chuckled dryly, "but other than that, fine. Nothing hurts. Nothing's off. Not physically." There was just a lot to get used to, mentally. "I just feel like... well, like the contents of an entire life have been shoved into my head. But it's not bad. Just strange."