Hannah & Jeremiah; Jester's Court
He doubted that they did, but he suddenly felt guilty for having pulled her into this conversation here and now. This was supposed to be all play and fun, and he hadn't meant to go here - even though he'd felt truthful. Weirdly and bizarrely truthful in a way he hadn't felt he could be in months. And now here they were and she was staring at him, asking him questions, her hands in his.
"I didn't mean to..." he looked out. Shades. Past lives, were they all past lives? Or did time just mix here, so that past, present, future, it all blurred together into one space?
It was long, and to tell it all.
"Once upon a time, there was a man who wanted to be an actor, and he was cast in a film, and it was going to be his big break..." Jeremiah took a deep breath. This wasn't screenplay style, but maybe it was easier to simply tell it, as if it weren't his story, and as if he hadn't written every syllable of it with his own choices. "The director approached him, suggested that he could help a fellow-actor, and so he did, because he wanted to help, and because the director suggested that if he did help, she could help him too. And maybe he wasn't entirely comfortable with it, and maybe he knew deep down it wasn't the best idea, but it also wasn't the strangest request he'd ever gotten."
He paused again and stared out.
"So he slipped drugs into a drink, because it was a large party, and the actor was a method actor, and he wanted to feel what it was like to drink and have drugs at a large party, and he'd told the director so... or so I thought."