She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.




Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

Summer emerged from her mug again to stick her tongue out at Isaac, before padding off, trailing robe hem, to find her pad and pencil. ‘what today? I don’t know what to do here’.

Derek read it as Isaac was still in his grumbly precoffee sleepy stupor. “Well, we’re just going to get something to eat. And then. I’m not really sure. We can go get you some things today.”

She refilled the mug, gulping the milk with evident enjoyment, and followed Derek around the kitchen. She watched him cook with curiosity, sniffing at everything and poking at ingredients. It felt vaguely familiar, but not enough. She frowned slightly, pushing at it, wishing for more memories.

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