Jeremy remembers when his father died how they talked about everyone coming around and telling him his father was a great man, but Tyler said the difference was that his father wasn't a great man. His father was a dick, and Jeremy agreed with them and they had a drink before Mason interrupted. Now it's like the whole fucking situation was flipped around.

People are saying sorry while having that look in their eyes like they know some great, scandalous thing when they have no fucking idea.

He looks over at him, sensing the rage there in the way he crushes the can and throws it at the tree.

It's not fair. None of this is fair, but going over how it's not fair isn't going to help, it's not going to help Tyler, it's not- not going to do anything. Jeremy swallows a little as he shakes his head, reaching out a hand after a moment to set it on his shoulder. Tentatively, ready for it to be thrown off too.

He just-

"Hey, not everyone thinks that. I know differently. Most of the town thinks it, but they're all idiots and assholes anyway who just want someone to look down on while they go around their lives feeling safe and having no fucking clue. It's not fucking fair." It could never be fair. They can't fix it. The story is out there, and none of them would know what to do if they had any idea of what was really out there, of the threat that all of them have to face every single day. "But your mom was great. She loved you."

She did her best for Tyler.

And all of those fucking people can fuck off..