Jeremy knows her so, so well, and he can tell lately that she's been struggling and going through so much as it is. He knows he has only added to it with his reckless decisions and his betrayal and his anger, and all of those things that he hasn't been able to get a grip on. He believes in her, and he believes she will make the best decision for herself even if she doesn't do it as recklessly as he does. Sometimes he is like a wrecking ball. His hand still waits there near her arm before it finally falls down again as his chest clenches up tightly.

"I know, Sarah. I just-- I just want you to have what you need, okay? That's what's important to me. It's why I had to say it tonight even if I never want to be apart from you, even if I... was scared to admit it. I don't-- I want you to have what you need."

He wants that so much it hurts to think he could stay and create this suffocating environment when she needs to be able to breathe and to see and to think and to really feel about what she wants to do, what she needs to do. It's her body and her life, and it's her choice to make. He doesn't want his own fear to influence that at all. Not when he does intimately understand how important choices are.

She needs to choose what she wants for herself and not for anyone else, not for him despite all he's lost. This is about her. It should be about her.

"Yeah. Need to move the hell out of this Temple that's for sure."

A whole winter of being in here, he doesn't want to spend any more time here than he can help it. His eyes sting with tears as his jaw locks.

"Even if I move out from living with you, I'm still-- If you need anything, I'll be there. I mean, I'll look out for you."

It's just-- There's nothing else he can do. He loves her, and even if they're not together, he's going to want to do what he can. He's always going to love her.