Re: Hannah & Jeremiah; Jester's Court
She shook her head when he looked out and began that truncated sentence. "It's okay," she said, soft words into the space where his trailed, filling it up. It was okay. She didn't mind, and they were here, talking, and that was good too. Getting to know people, Hannah was learning, was good. There was a lot of other stuff to life, but it was all just noise, and this was what mattered. Getting to know people, listening, making connections. And everything else was just stuff.
They had nothing but time. She was pretty sure that ferris wheel would spin and spin and spin, and it wouldn't stop unless they needed it to.
She listened, and her cornflower eyes were expressive with the dawning of understanding. "Oh," she said. "You didn't know, Jeremiah. You thought you were helping. Why did they do it? Who was she?Was she your girl, and how does it begin with the ferris wheel?" The questions tumbled, as they always did with Hannah. She wasn't trying to be thoughtless with her litany of questions, her opinions voiced so surely in that carriage. It was just who she was, this glut of words and feelings, and she blinked a few times quickly and squeeze, squeeze his fingers. "You were trying to help," she reiterated, because it seemed the most important part. "Did he have a reaction, or was it bad pills?" There was always the possibility that it was a mistake all around, right?