(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“Isiah, this is what I do. It’s what I am.” Summer was a little shocked at his resistance. “I’m not sure it’ll work either, but it’s worth a try after lunch.” She flipped idly through the menu, vaguely pondering the various choices. “You make it sound like you don’t want to know what happened to you.”
“I….it’s not that. I just have an idea what might h-have caused it and I’m slightly afraid of what I might find,” he said softly, The waitress came back and took their orders and menus and then left them be. “I just know that what I was doing before I lost my memory makes it highly likely that whatever caused it was bad.”
“Start there,” Summer suggested. “Tell me the last thing you remember. I’m not probing now, I’m just listening, you’re just talking.” She spread her hands, looking at him. “It can only be so bad.. You’re here, now, alive.”