It's such a bizarre experience that he's not sure if he'll ever get used to. He hasn't been dressed by someone else since he was a young child still living at home. The sudden thrust into a celebrity-style status was also unexpected and equally bizarre, his life inside and outside the arena made public for all to see. And he knew he wasn't handling it all that well, stuttering and awkwardly trying to answer the often utterly stupid questions he was asked in interviews and on the streets - he wasn't exactly the most interesting or desireable tribute for sponsors or anyone. Not until the rumours started circulating about whose bed he was sharing.
After that, it all became much, much worse. Mentors and advisors would always tell him to just roll with it, pretend it was a secret but tease it every so often, because the audience just ate that shit up. Jeremy tries his best to go along with it, but it was hard to deal with swarms of reporters and photographers all at once, and much less so when they started grabbing and pulling at his arm to try and get "exclusive" interviews. He's pretty sure Daryl saw the panick-stricken look on his face and was about ready to deck the guy in the face.
Jeremy's more than relieved to be pulled away from the situation that quickly, before he could make things worse by freaking out in public. The journey back to the training center is a bit of a blur, and he doesn't realize he's holding onto Daryl's hand a little tighter than he should be until the suite door opens where Phil greets them as warmly as ever.
He's quiet, and still unsettled by the whole experience, but Phil's suite is a place he's grown fond of. It makes him feel safe and secure, and the outside world is shut out while he can just focus on breathing, relaxing, and the two men keeping him company. Even if it wasn't a larger and more private suite, he knows he'd feel the same wherever they'd be, as long as they were both with him. Words didn't have to be shared.
Still, it wasn't a pleasant experience just know, and Jeremy can't shake the feeling that he's still being followed and watched, ready to be dragged off at a moment's notice. His grip on Daryl's hand tightens and he steps closer between the two of them, eyes still trained on the door as if waiting for it to be knocked down at any moment.
everything looks wonderful to me c:
After that, it all became much, much worse. Mentors and advisors would always tell him to just roll with it, pretend it was a secret but tease it every so often, because the audience just ate that shit up. Jeremy tries his best to go along with it, but it was hard to deal with swarms of reporters and photographers all at once, and much less so when they started grabbing and pulling at his arm to try and get "exclusive" interviews. He's pretty sure Daryl saw the panick-stricken look on his face and was about ready to deck the guy in the face.
Jeremy's more than relieved to be pulled away from the situation that quickly, before he could make things worse by freaking out in public. The journey back to the training center is a bit of a blur, and he doesn't realize he's holding onto Daryl's hand a little tighter than he should be until the suite door opens where Phil greets them as warmly as ever.
He's quiet, and still unsettled by the whole experience, but Phil's suite is a place he's grown fond of. It makes him feel safe and secure, and the outside world is shut out while he can just focus on breathing, relaxing, and the two men keeping him company. Even if it wasn't a larger and more private suite, he knows he'd feel the same wherever they'd be, as long as they were both with him. Words didn't have to be shared.
Still, it wasn't a pleasant experience just know, and Jeremy can't shake the feeling that he's still being followed and watched, ready to be dragged off at a moment's notice. His grip on Daryl's hand tightens and he steps closer between the two of them, eyes still trained on the door as if waiting for it to be knocked down at any moment.