With this thought, Forrest made up his mind.

He went out for a drive.

Upon returning, he poured a glass of milk in the kitchen, carried it upstairs, and knocked on Laura's door.

"Who's there?" Laura inquired.

"It's me," Forrest responded.

Laura unlocked the door. She made sure to lock it from the inside each night.

She had been on high alert here!

"What do you need?"

She held the doorknob without any intention of inviting him in.

Forrest offered her the glass of milk, stating, “Have some milk before bed."

Laura declined, "I've already gone to bed and brushed my teeth."

Forrest stood in silence, unmoving.

It seemed as if he wouldn't leave unless she drank the milk.

The stalemate lasted for a few minutes. Finally, Laura accepted the glass, downed the milk in one gulp, handed him the empty glass, and asked, “Are we done now?"

Forrest peered at her and questioned, “Why are you so guarded around me? Do you see me as some sort of intruder?"

"Hasn't it always been this way?" Laura retorted.

“Laura, my feelings for you have remained constant. I love you. Are you aware of this?"

Laura sensed something was amiss. "You know I've forgotten all that."

“Even if you've forgotten, you might still hear something about our past from others, right?"

His words suggested that Laura might have heard from others that his mother had hurt her.