After he speaks with Tyler in the woods and finishes off the alcohol there, Jeremy takes in a deep breath and finally heads home. He hasn't spent much time there at all since being stabbed in the neck. It still rings through his head what they spoke about, how saying sorry doesn't really make up for chopping off Tyler's friend's head. Jeremy never said sorry for that reason, because sorry is shit. It's bullshit. It's the night after he did it, and he hasn't really slept much. Jeremy doesn't know that he will despite the fact this is the third night now that he hasn't.
Because being dead isn't sleeping.
It's just being dead.
Jeremy walks inside the house with the crossbow, setting the weapon down on his way inside. He leaves it on the coffee table, drops the bag of bolts there too. Heading into the kitchen, he stares at the inside of the refrigerator. What he really wants is something else to drink despite the fact he lost track of how much he had out in the woods. It just doesn't seem to be enough.