"Uh."

"—my father owns Samsung. I'm richer than God. I got my PA to find who owns this house and buy it for me."

"Jake, um. Do you need to maybe... sit down and... calm down or...?"

...oh he looks like he's having a mental breakdown doesn't he.

Wow that's embarrassing, holy shit. Jake's usually better at this. Jake's usually much, much better at this.

He covers his face. "Sorry."

"No, um, it's, it's fine? You don't have anything to apologise for?"

"I'm acting absolutely insane in front of you and that's not very cash money of me."

Well he can't argue with that. "What, um, did you need a shovel for?"

"Jeremy's hiding underground. And he won't talk to me or explain why he's doing this, except I know exactly why he's doing this—sorry." Deep breath.

"Walk me through your plan, here."

"...I dig down to where Jeremy is and yell at him?"

"Which accomplishes... what, exactly? Like, if he doesn't want to talk to you...?"

"...it accomplishes him listening to me. Because he's not listening to me. He's listening to only himself, he thinks he can make decisions for me, he thinks he knows better than me about what's good for me, and I maybe have a little bit of trauma about people thinking they know what's best for me—"

"—sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for," Oliver repeats.

"We barely know each other and I'm kind of dumping a lot on you, I think I've got something to apologise for." He runs a hand through his hair. "I'm triggered as fuck right now, I guess. Just."

"How dare he. How dare he. He killed me. And then he possessed me, and he keeps—acting like I'm something to be managed, like he knows better than me what's good for me and what I want—and it triggered the shit out of me."

"Have you... told him this?"

"Well, no, that's why I wanted to dig. So I could tell him this."

"Do you need to be physically near him for him to hear you? If he was, like, magically controlling your senses..."

"...I guess I don't know. I just sort of assumed. But I did tell him to stop that and he'd—told me that he owed me and that he'd do what I asked him to do—and he didn't do that. So I guess maybe he changed his mind about that. Which would be good, I guess? I don't think he owes me anything? But then I don't know."

"Do you think he can hear you now? Like, while you're outside the property?"

"...dunno. Maybe not."

"So why don't you try stepping inside again, and then you tell him that, and then if that doesn't work you could just... I don't know, leave? If he really doesn't want to see you..."

"Well I'm going to need to be around when the contractors come over to fix this house up but I guess I could just direct them through a camera or something..."

Oliver is nnnnot touching that right now.