"I couldn't tell you, Veronica," Jeremiah insisted. "Not without telling you about Sylar, about what Elle could do. Not without telling you-," he stopped short again for revealing himself to her. "I wanted to," he offered meekly, as if it made much of a difference. It never did, because wanting to and not doing it still resulted in her never knowing the things he had been withholding from her. Lying, almost. No one liked a secret keeper and he couldn't blame her for that.
He couldn't do much more than nod when she asked if she was immortal. She was, from what he knew about the ability. No matter what happened, she would just keep coming back. It had to be a terrible thing to realize. He didn't age as quickly as others, but Jeremiah doubted his ability afforded him the same longevity she was looking at. He couldn't imagine having to know that you were going to outlive everyone and everything you cared about. Veronica didn't say anything else on the matter and, instead, she rushed into the bathroom.
"Veronica!" Jeremiah called after her but was met with the slam of the bathroom door. He crossed over and tried the doorknob but it was locked. He could easy go through, use his ability, but he decided not startle her too much. "Veronica," he spoke to the door and placed his palm flat against the surface, "There's more," he started and fell silent as he tried to figure out how to coax her out of the bathroom. He wasn't sure he'd be able to so, with a deep breath, he figured the best way to put it all out there was to just show her - he just hoped she didn't shoot him. Palm against the wooden door, he concentrated and, within a few seconds, he changed the molecules and the wood changed into clear glass.
"This is how I met your sister," he spoke. "I'm so sorry."