He put out his cigarette as Tallis got off his lap and too her hands as she helped him up. The stairs seemed to stretch on forever as they slowly climbed them, relieved when he finally made it to his room. He took a deep breath as he laid down on the bed, looking over at her with half open eyes. "Nah," he said, closing his eyes. [i]"Don't do it, Tillman."[/i] He smiled, eyes still closed, and patted his bare chest to signal Tallis to lay down on him. "Don't get any ideas, okay?" he chucked, sleepiness in his voice. He held out his arm so she could take place on his left side. He was fighting off sleep only to see the outcome. He wanted to feel her warmth on him, having dreamt about her in this manner since he was 17 years old. 

He remembered when they were younger, he and Taylor would tease Tallis to death. They even set firecrackers off in her room while she was sleeping one morning. Although he treated her like his younger sister then, he had always tried to ignore the notion that some day they would be together. Taylor would always tell him, "Don't you fucking dare, Tillman," whenever he'd catch Jeremy staring at her. He made a promise to Taylor that he'd never sleep with his sister, which he waited a total of one hour after his funeral to break. Jeremy always felt a lot of guilt for the feelings he had towards Tallis, almost more now that Taylor was gone.