Relief welled in him as she let him sit beside her, his knees angled toward her. She seemed so small, so delicate next to him. There was a smattering of freckles across her nose, he could see that now, but the warmth in her eyes - he knew he hadn't been imagining that.

I... It lingered in the air between. He gave her the time and space to finish though, waited to see what would follow. When no real answer did, Jeremy met her gaze, this time capturing her hands in his own again. "I will always listen to you." He promised earnestly, ducking his head down to meet her gaze. "It's an adjustment, but it's one we can sort through."

If there was ever a time to take a leap, this was it. It wasn't the leap he had expected, but it was one none the less. He took a breathe in. "I know this is different, but, if you'll let me, I'd like to be here, to support you, to help you." His hand reached out and brushed a stray bit of hair from her forehead as if it were the most natural gesture in the world. "I made you a promise once." He reminded her, thinking of that afternoon that now seemed so impossibly long ago, where he had promised her the world - his world. "I intend to keep it, however you will let me." His brown eyes met her unfarmiliar ones. She wasn't the girl he had fallen in love with, but she wasn't not that girl either. He owed her, and himself, the chance to figure this out, to find out just who she was despite everything had had happened.