Jeremy swallows thickly as he looks up at her, keeping her gaze as he sees those new tears roll down her cheeks. He moves to get to his feet as he walks over to her, reaching out to rest a hand against her arm except he doesn't know if--
It's just hard to see her crying and not react, not reach out. Every fiber of his being, it's screaming at him to reach out for her but he doesn't want to make it worse which is why his hand just hovers there as he looks at her, all concern and love.
"It's okay, Sarah. I love you, and it's okay," he says when she admits it. His voice is still a broken aching thing, but there's a genuineness to what he is saying, because all he wants right now is for her to have what she needs. And he can tell how much she's been struggling lately and he wants to help even if that means he has to go away to make that happen. He could already tell. It's something he has already known and felt that she needed, and he doesn't-- "It's really important to say it and to take what you need, Sarah. What you need is really, really important even if I know it's not easy to say it."
His eyes burn as he looks at her, and his head ducks again as he breathes sharply through that feeling tearing at his chest still. It's hard to breathe through it, and he shakes his head at what she says. It's true, and he knows it, but it doesn't change where it's lead to.
No, he couldn't have known. It's part of why he shouldn't have made a reckless decision when he was so upset and afraid, afraid of being powerless and being used again and losing choice again, afraid of losing even if he's managed to burn the bridges of the closest relationships he has here. They're all alive though which is far more important, and if he can keep ensuring that, keep protecting them from physical threats, it's something to focus.
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It's just hard to see her crying and not react, not reach out. Every fiber of his being, it's screaming at him to reach out for her but he doesn't want to make it worse which is why his hand just hovers there as he looks at her, all concern and love.
"It's okay, Sarah. I love you, and it's okay," he says when she admits it. His voice is still a broken aching thing, but there's a genuineness to what he is saying, because all he wants right now is for her to have what she needs. And he can tell how much she's been struggling lately and he wants to help even if that means he has to go away to make that happen. He could already tell. It's something he has already known and felt that she needed, and he doesn't-- "It's really important to say it and to take what you need, Sarah. What you need is really, really important even if I know it's not easy to say it."
His eyes burn as he looks at her, and his head ducks again as he breathes sharply through that feeling tearing at his chest still. It's hard to breathe through it, and he shakes his head at what she says. It's true, and he knows it, but it doesn't change where it's lead to.
No, he couldn't have known. It's part of why he shouldn't have made a reckless decision when he was so upset and afraid, afraid of being powerless and being used again and losing choice again, afraid of losing even if he's managed to burn the bridges of the closest relationships he has here. They're all alive though which is far more important, and if he can keep ensuring that, keep protecting them from physical threats, it's something to focus.
"I'll move out, okay?"