Jeremy closes his eyes as her hand touches the side of his face leaning into the feeling of it as his eyes burn further before he looks at her. His chest feels like it's on fire, and he swallows thickly through that emotion releasing a heavy breath at what she says.

"I'll try," Jeremy says achingly quietly, glancing down between them after a moment. He knows she is right. He lifts his gaze to meet her own again at what she says, shaking his head after a moment. "I don't want to be a prisoner of it. I don't want you to be either after everything we've been through, and I'll try to remember that too. I just don't have a... great opinion of that person either." Of whoever he is now.

It's just a lot that-- It's just a lot, and he doesn't really see himself in a kind light anymore.

It's not easy. Nothing about life is ever easy, and they both know that so intensely and painfully well. His arms are still wrapped around her, and his expression falters before he glances back. "I should... get my stuff together."

Not that he really has a lot but he should get... those things.