Summer never has visitors. She scrambles out of her chair and pulls the door open, blinking up at Toni. “Toni?” Immediately she can tell something’s wrong. “What is it? Come in, come in.” She gestures him in, shuts the door. “What’s going on?”
Shifting his duffel bag to the other hand, he fidgets slightly in his spot before pulling a photocopied paper out of his pocket, handing it to the other, hand shaking slightly. “I was going through my dad’s study yesterday,” he swallows, feeling his eyes burn slightly. “Turns out I’m adopted. I …I always thought …why Howard and Maria don’t have baby pictures of me …and the orphanage. I knew I hadn’t made that up. I …uh …I was wondering if I could stay here tonight.” Giving her a hopeful expression, he fidgets again and rubs at his arm, feeling embarrassed. “If that’s okay with you.”
Summer glances over it quickly; it seems official enough, though she doesn’t have a lot to base that on. She puts it on the table by the door and wraps her arms around Toni. “Of course you can stay here.” She squeezes him once, tightly, and takes the bag away, putting it in the first empty space nearby. “Come on,” she says, and pulls him over to the loveseat. “Do you want to talk about it, or not think about it?”