Jeremy wasn't so impressed with himself, either. But, he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to blab about George's... thing, to anyone, when she'd taken so long to even tell him. And he didn't know how he would've gone about it. 'The girl I like is undead or something' was a world away from 'that girl I like? yeah that was her big sister I made out with at the last Hamptons bash and then forgot to call back'.

So he'd panicked and lied and now he looked uncomfortable.

"I'm just -- I have a thing."