"Wait, what? No, don't--" Jessica shot up from the sofa seconds after him in protest. "I mean, I feel like you just got here..." She scratched her forehead and shifted about in her stance, an abashed little titter jumping off her lips. Jess was obviously protesting his leave, but if he wanted to go, she couldn't stop him. Well. She could. Nothing a little persuasion and pheromones couldn't accomplish. But that was cheating. "Anwyay, I...you know what?" She sighed. "It is late...if you wanna go, you can. It's cool."