She stared at him, dumbfounded, for a long, silent moment. “You live alone.”
Putting her cup down, she leaned forward, very seriously. “This is what’s going to happen. You’re staying here tonight. If you come down with some kind of horrible pneumonia from … /that/, I don’t want you alone. So you’re going to get up and take a hot shower, and I’m going to dry your clothes.”
He nodded, “Yeah, I used to live with my father but he was- um…he was murdered a few weeks ago…it’s just been me since then…”
Isaac didn’t see the point in arguing with her about that, he was too tired, so he just agreed with a sigh. “Okay, I’ll go have a quick shower,” he agreed, sitting up slowly and smiling slightly at her. He knew now she was nothing like his father, she wanted to help him.
Summer nodded sharply, concealing her surprise at his statements. It was possible he was older than he seemed, to be living alone, as a person of interest in a murder investigation. “The bathroom is that door over there,” she said, pointing across the room. “You can use anything you find in there, and don’t be alarmed by the cat.”