[It's always been especially easy to understand with her, because she's always opened herself up to him and been honest with him. They haven't always shared every secret that they have, every thing that has ever happened to them, but they haven't needed to either.
That can be the hardest part sometimes. The hardest part can be letting go, knowing when to let go. Jeremy will fight for someone long after they say they don't want him anymore, they don't want him fighting.
If he loves someone, he'll keep fighting and he doesn't really know how to let go. Has he ever really done so? He's moved on. But letting go is something else entirely.
He admires anyone who is able to let go, because it's-- he never can. Elena can't either. It might be another Gilbert thing.
Jeremy smiles when he sees that grin, no matter how subdued it might be.]
Yeah, I would. I'd be happy to.
[He knows she was joking, but he really would love to go with her for all those reasons that she outlined. It'd be exhilarating to fall and to fall, to let go.
It's everything they love and everything that hurts and everything that makes them happy that makes them human. The angel doesn't have room for emotions, and he doesn't have to know that, doesn't have to be an angel to sense it from the differences he's seen in her. There's such a stark difference. She's more alive as herself, and when the angel is loud, she's hollow, empty, no emotion.
Jeremy always wants to remind her that she's alive, that she's loved, that she can be warm too.]
I know it's not easy so... all I can do is ask you to try. I'm glad you're getting better at it.
[Death surrounds her enough as it is without adding to that with her imagining that he's dying, but he knows why she wouldn't be able to help imagine it.
Jeremy tightens his hold on her, and he still has her lifted up above the floor. He's taller than her so it's possible, and it's not until he sets her down again that she kisses him so fully.
his hands slide up to her face, and he answers with an intense kiss of his own.]
Yeah, it was... bad. I knew you would be careful around him anyway, but it's... it can be horrible. With him. [Sometimes he doesn't really know how they did forgive him, how Elena did especially. Jeremy forgave him first. Somehow.
But it's who they are. If he hadn't come back, he doesn't think Elena would hae forgiven him.] ...not-- Not directly. He was sick, dying, hallucinating, and I found him. I was taking him somewhere safe, and the sheriff was aiming to shoot him. Damon saw and... ran, but I was behind him so. [So he was shot instead, and he hadn't really thought of how Damon was kind of responsible for both of his deaths even if the second wasn't his fault.
Jeremy sees the tears prick at her eyes, and he slips his hand down the back of her neck. He smiles a little at her, knowing she can picture it. When he looks back up at her, he slides his finger across the tear on her face. He understands, and he could never describe before how much he can and does.
He looks at her as she laughs in that disbelieving, broken sound of hers, and Jeremy swallows thickly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers. His hand remains against the side of her face before he pulls back at what she says. And he smiles too though there's that burning in his eyes and in his chest at what she says.] See? We... bring a little more sense to each other's lives accidentally. That's... kind of cool.
[No, it's not the same, and Jeremy still wishes that he could take it away, take away the fact that she has to lose something every time whether she's meant to do it or not. She deserves so much more. She should be happy. She should have a long and happy life.
It's so hard to hope for it when they're hit with the reality of this.] I'm glad it's better for you. It's better for me that you... understand, that I have someone who understands it.
[There's a slight pause before he tugs her on to the empty bed now too, and he looks around at her room, in the midst of packing.] ...so your dad bailed?
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That can be the hardest part sometimes. The hardest part can be letting go, knowing when to let go. Jeremy will fight for someone long after they say they don't want him anymore, they don't want him fighting.
If he loves someone, he'll keep fighting and he doesn't really know how to let go. Has he ever really done so? He's moved on. But letting go is something else entirely.
He admires anyone who is able to let go, because it's-- he never can. Elena can't either. It might be another Gilbert thing.
Jeremy smiles when he sees that grin, no matter how subdued it might be.]
Yeah, I would. I'd be happy to.
[He knows she was joking, but he really would love to go with her for all those reasons that she outlined. It'd be exhilarating to fall and to fall, to let go.
It's everything they love and everything that hurts and everything that makes them happy that makes them human. The angel doesn't have room for emotions, and he doesn't have to know that, doesn't have to be an angel to sense it from the differences he's seen in her. There's such a stark difference. She's more alive as herself, and when the angel is loud, she's hollow, empty, no emotion.
Jeremy always wants to remind her that she's alive, that she's loved, that she can be warm too.]
I know it's not easy so... all I can do is ask you to try. I'm glad you're getting better at it.
[Death surrounds her enough as it is without adding to that with her imagining that he's dying, but he knows why she wouldn't be able to help imagine it.
Jeremy tightens his hold on her, and he still has her lifted up above the floor. He's taller than her so it's possible, and it's not until he sets her down again that she kisses him so fully.
his hands slide up to her face, and he answers with an intense kiss of his own.]
Yeah, it was... bad. I knew you would be careful around him anyway, but it's... it can be horrible. With him. [Sometimes he doesn't really know how they did forgive him, how Elena did especially. Jeremy forgave him first. Somehow.
But it's who they are. If he hadn't come back, he doesn't think Elena would hae forgiven him.] ...not-- Not directly. He was sick, dying, hallucinating, and I found him. I was taking him somewhere safe, and the sheriff was aiming to shoot him. Damon saw and... ran, but I was behind him so. [So he was shot instead, and he hadn't really thought of how Damon was kind of responsible for both of his deaths even if the second wasn't his fault.
Jeremy sees the tears prick at her eyes, and he slips his hand down the back of her neck. He smiles a little at her, knowing she can picture it. When he looks back up at her, he slides his finger across the tear on her face. He understands, and he could never describe before how much he can and does.
He looks at her as she laughs in that disbelieving, broken sound of hers, and Jeremy swallows thickly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers. His hand remains against the side of her face before he pulls back at what she says. And he smiles too though there's that burning in his eyes and in his chest at what she says.] See? We... bring a little more sense to each other's lives accidentally. That's... kind of cool.
[No, it's not the same, and Jeremy still wishes that he could take it away, take away the fact that she has to lose something every time whether she's meant to do it or not. She deserves so much more. She should be happy. She should have a long and happy life.
It's so hard to hope for it when they're hit with the reality of this.] I'm glad it's better for you. It's better for me that you... understand, that I have someone who understands it.
[There's a slight pause before he tugs her on to the empty bed now too, and he looks around at her room, in the midst of packing.] ...so your dad bailed?