Re: Log: Jeremiah M+Hannah S+Jamie M+Si M
For a moment, Jeremiah had simply stepped into the butler's pantry, reaching for the cigarette, and then realizing he had nothing to light it with immediately, and so he held it, taping it against his palm for a moment in silence. He hadn't expected Jamie to be the man from his dream. It somehow seemed to make all of this more challenging, because he'd felt as if the dream had exposed something about himself that he would have preferred not to have exposed at all, never mind the surreal aspect of having slept with Hannah's brother in a dream.
He shook his head. He was making too much of this and worrying too much about whether or not Hannah's brothers liked him. At least she actually spoke to her siblings which was more than he could say for his. He was tarnished, sure, but so was she, and so, as best he could tell were they, and if they wanted to sit in judgment of each other they could, but why?
He straightened his shoulders, and the vest he wore, and stepped back out in the kitchen, reaching for a knife to cut the bread, and he was taking it to the table, along with butter, and oil and vinegar, when Hannah came back in and he smiled at her, hopeful, despite everything. "Everything alright?"