Her reaction wasn't exactly what he'd expected - he'd thought she might be shy, she might blush and act bashful, but she was acting truly terrified, more nervous than he ever wanted her to feel, not around him. He couldn't help but frown, pulling his hand away for a moment, looking up at her face and trying to understand what she might be feeling, how she could possibly think... "Summer - Summer, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he mumbled, awestruck at the fact that she somehow didn't realize it. His hand moved to touch her skin again, to trace her collarbone, wanting to move lower, to touch her chest, but not yet, not now, not until she wanted him to. "You're... you're perfect, don't you think I can see that?" He was the one who wasn't perfect, at least he wasn't skin and bones anymore but there were scars he couldn't hide, he'd just been hoping she hadn't seen them in the dark.

But all of that wasn't even important at the moment, as the hand touching her face tried to get her to look up, to calm down, his thumb stroking her cheek carefully, gently. "I don't want you to be scared, you don't - you don't have to do this - " God, he wanted her, he wanted more, but if she didn't, if she was only trying to keep him from leaving, now that he had his memory back... then that wasn't want he wanted this to be about.