If there was one thing that Jeremy understood better than anyone else, it was emotional outbursts - he’d had his struggle with his fair share of them for just about his entire life, had kept a lid wedged tight on it for as long as he could remember, keeping his composure around other people when he wanted nothing more than to lash out and cause pain. But because of that, he could only guess that he wasn’t quite the most sympathetic person available for Hope - he’d kept it all locked in, had only actually cracked a handful of times, even when he was a kid, so it didn’t seem quite as hard as it should have for him. His job, however, meant that he was supposed to help. In any way he could. “I know that,” he said finally, shoulder leaning against the wall as he watched the girl carefully, a faint crease forming between his eyebrows. “But, unfortunately, the nature of being powerful...” He gestured towards her, and the fact that they both knew she was the most powerful at the school. “Is that sometimes, our outbursts have harder consequences than the average teenager. We have to do our best to keep a handle on them, because where... A normal teenage girl might punch a hole through a wall in her outburst, you... Might level a building. And I don’t hold that against you, and you’re not in trouble. It just means, it tells me- that we need to work harder at helping you get a handle on it, so it hopefully won’t happen again.”