“No one’s ever looked at me like that.” My eyes fall shut. “It fucked me up.” “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Several seconds pass. “You know, my own parents even struggle to look at me sometimes,” he goes on. “Same with Waylon. And I know… I know it’s hard for you too—” “Jeremy—” “Don’t deny it. It’s true and we both know it. I’m a constant fucking reminder of what we all lost. Hell, I can barely look at myself in the mirror sometimes, because it’ll be her I find staring back at me.”
