[New Year’s Eve: Hannah & Jeremiah]
"I think I have to be to do the job I do," Jeremiah replied, and then instantly went through a series of having said too much, and then realizing that writers, like actors, also had to know how people worked. It wasn't too much to give away. And maybe he didn't even care if he did any more. Would it change her opinion of him if she knew what he'd done and what it had led to? Possibly - and it was the only thing that kept him from out and out saying it. "Not that I sometimes don't get locked up in my own mind and miss the things in front of me," he was trying to be better about it.
"I believe you when you say there's more," he told her seriously, squeezing her hand gently. "You've been sunshine for me, but I believe you. The brightest light can have the darkest shadows," he offered, lightly, but with a good deal of earnestness. He had a better idea now than he had before of what she might be referring to. But people were complicated. They did things you didn't expect, or that seemed out of character to what you knew about them. And sometimes you did that to yourself - realizing a choice you'd made went against values that you held. There were worse things than shadows. "I'm not afraid of your shadows, Hannah. If you won't be afraid of mine."
It wasn't exactly what he'd been hoping for with Si. But he didn't know if what he'd given him would help. It also hadn't felt significantly as if he had much in the way of choice over it. Hopefully it would help in the long-term. "If he decides he wants that help, I'm sure you'll be there for him." His gaze was intent on her face for a moment. "If I can help..." he started, but he trailed off not knowing for certain where to go with it or even what type of help she might need. "Well, you know you can call me," he finished. "With anything," he added firmly.