Re: Hannah & Jeremiah; Jester's Court
He hadn't exactly intended on this becoming a confessional booth. It lacked all the proper pieces of it. Or maybe it didn't at all. Maybe a confessional was always intended to just be saying out loud a thing you'd done, letting someone witness it, and that was the point. He'd never been deeply religious, but he'd attended enough of both parents services to get that there was value in penitence. He'd not really been able to do it - because of the trial.
"I didn't know," he shook his head. "Not exactly, but I knew enough to know that I wasn't entirely comfortable with it, and I should have said no. I just wanted..." he sighed. "To help, and to be thought of well. To be introduced to other people that could help me." He'd been short-sighted, selfish, ambitious, and now he was a long ways from Los Angeles.
"The ferris wheel was at the start of the project, before of any of this, and it feels like a bookend on one end? It's not related other than just, in my mind I can remember that point as being a point where I thought the summer would go differently than it did. And I was there with her, and it felt inevitable that things would go up, like there was only one way to go? Up, into the air, and I forgot that you come back down." He turned back to look at her, weaving his fingers through hers with perhaps a little of the desperation of needing her to understand. "He killed someone that night, the fact that he was drunk and drugged almost certainly contributed to it - perhaps was even the primary cause - I didn't intend to kill anyone, but someone died, because of my actions. They couldn't prove that in a court of law, maybe because it's not even something you can prove- exactly - but I know. And that's most of it. That's the... meat of it, I guess. And after the trial, I just didn't want to be there anymore, and I needed to get away, and my Father bought me the house here. Do you hate me, Hannah?"