Jesse had been in much the same position. He didn't have any deliveries to make that night, so he was currently lying on his couch upside down, not really watching what was on TV. He heard his phone chime somewhere, and attempted to flip himself right side up and retrieve it, but all he accomplished was falling to the ground.
"The picture of grace, that's me," he muttered, standing and grabbing his phone. The message brightened him a bit, and he texted Nicholas back. Sure, be there soon.
He grabbed his helmet, jacket, and keys, got on his bike and headed to Nicholas' apartment. Once he arrived, he rang the bell, tucking his chin into his collar against the wind.