Jeremy would have expected her to turn him away, thinking him to be a pervert, but instead here she was, clutching his jacket, face buried in his chest. Apparently whatever she had been seeing was definitely not something prettyâ€¦ but honestly he really didnâ€™t know how to comfort her at all. He was not someone who was willing to comfort those who were in pain or try to be a hero and tell everyone that everything was fine. No. Instead he was usually the one trying to survive on his own and turning away from those who needed help. How he grew up was mostly dog eat dog, every man for himself, and even in the mob it was like that as well. There was nobody to hold you when you cried (until Margo came along for him anyway) or tell you everything was fine, you had yourself and that was it. Not even his parents were there for him.<br/><br/>Hell he walked out of that house the moment he turned eighteen and made his own way without them since they didnâ€™t care. Never regretted it to this day, too. Jeremy figured he was just fine by himself ever since he was a boy.<br/><br/>â€œMake what stop? I donâ€™t see anything. Come on now, donâ€™t tell me youâ€™ve lost your bloody mind as well.â€ He spoke quietly, forcing himself to sound like he was trying to comfort her without seeming like he was being an ass for once. His headache was still getting worse and he felt extremely dizzy not to mention there was still blood trickling out of his mouth. Whatever he saw was hitting him hard as well, though it was obviously on a much greater scale than whatever Lia was facing. The odd thing was, however, that he felt fine otherwise. His hands were cold and she did seem to feel warmer compared to him but other than that he was fine. She on the other hand was definitely shaken up and he really didnâ€™t blame her; he wondered if her little visions were just as bad as his. Judging by how she was pretty much attaching herself to him he took that as a yes.<br/><br/>He wasnâ€™t sure whether to push her away or not, but he just stood there. Reaching into his coat, the least he could do was offer her a cigar since she had been kind enough to share her cigarettes. He held it up to her for a moment before slipping it into her hands. She had better appreciate that regardless considering he was almost completely out. That had been noticed when he thought of reaching for another one himself even though he just finished one. He really was a heavy smoker. It surprised him that he hasnâ€™t dropped dead or has to carry around an oxygen tank yet. Yet. He knew that day might come eventually, but for now it would be pushed to the back of his mind.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, â€œI think I just died if it makes you feel better,â€ he murmured, obviously forcing himself to share that information. Once again he was thinking about the trust thing. It was better to form at least a small bond rather than keep ignoring each other like they had. Perhaps they could work together...