"Yes."
Jeremy didn't care if Chloe would drive straight to Ellen's house. He didn't care if the girl would accuse him of pulling an act before her again. He didn't care if grim would beat his poor soul to the pulp. He didn't care anymore. Grim was fooling around everyone. He needed to keep his act straight but he was too adamant to listen to anyone. Where everyone was sick worried for him, he was kicking his time on earth among mortals.
For once, just for this time, he was being asked to listen to the elder spirit and act as he was ordered, he couldn't do so. Why? God knew what was going in that pea-sized brain of his. First, Jeremy criticized himself for reporting to the spirit of air on his friend's back, but finding out his non-serious attitude, he was relieved that he did the right thing.
"Tell me. Does your friend like my friend? For real?", after thinking for a while, Chloe walked towards the spirit of hope and stood beside him.
