Jeremy's expression crumples completely when she throws her arms around him, and he wraps his arms around her too tightly. His eyes burning as he swallows a sob, pressing his face against her hair as he gathers her up in his arms and lifts her up against his chest tightly to him. His fingertips dig into her back but not painfully so, he is so careful with that now because he has to be, because he refuses to hurt anyone he loves anymore-- anymore than he already has. He will not hurt her.
"I'm here now too. I know I wasn't before like I should have been," he says achingly against her hair, knowing how much his anger has gotten in the way of him, of them, knowing how much distance there has been. It is not the hunter, and it is not the angry, lost kid, and it is not the person who is so in love with her he doesn't know how he could ever, ever let her go (even if all those things are him too)-- No, it's her best friend.
It's her best friend who doesn't want her to not have that space so she can find her way, so she can fight for herself, so she can know and understand what she needs. There's an aching smile against her hair as he holds her tightly to him.
"Why do you think I knew I had to move out?" He knows her, because he's her best friend and he loves her and he is in love with her, and he is always all of these things at once. And he will always want what is best for her. Always fight for that.
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Jeremy's expression crumples completely when she throws her arms around him, and he wraps his arms around her too tightly. His eyes burning as he swallows a sob, pressing his face against her hair as he gathers her up in his arms and lifts her up against his chest tightly to him. His fingertips dig into her back but not painfully so, he is so careful with that now because he has to be, because he refuses to hurt anyone he loves anymore-- anymore than he already has. He will not hurt her.
"I'm here now too. I know I wasn't before like I should have been," he says achingly against her hair, knowing how much his anger has gotten in the way of him, of them, knowing how much distance there has been. It is not the hunter, and it is not the angry, lost kid, and it is not the person who is so in love with her he doesn't know how he could ever, ever let her go (even if all those things are him too)-- No, it's her best friend.
It's her best friend who doesn't want her to not have that space so she can find her way, so she can fight for herself, so she can know and understand what she needs. There's an aching smile against her hair as he holds her tightly to him.
"Why do you think I knew I had to move out?" He knows her, because he's her best friend and he loves her and he is in love with her, and he is always all of these things at once. And he will always want what is best for her. Always fight for that.