There were some days when Jake though the should try to get onto a "normal" schedule. When he should be up before noon. When he should go to bed before three or four in the morning. But any attempt to argue that always circled back to why. Why? He had no obligations, no work to be on time for, no people to meet in the morning for any reason. Except, of course, on the few mornings Jaime had spammed his phone until the noise pulled him prematurely out of sleep. On those days, he'd just gone back to bed when he was done dealing with whatever dome-related bullshit she'd woken him up for.
So when the knock came at some obscene post-midnight, pre-dawn hour, Jake was still awake. He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama pants and pretty much exactly nothing else -- because hey, what was the point? He was also enjoying his very cold cabin while entertaining himself with a game on his laptop, though he paused that and set it aside to go answer the door. He half expected it to be Sin, if only because she was one of the few people who was regularly awake at this hour. Tristan, maybe, though he couldn't imagine why. He hadn't exactly expected to see Dahlia, and he cocked his head slightly as he stood back to gesture her in. She looked ... bad.
"You look like you lost a fight with a mud puddle," he greeted her with something like a smile, though it couldn't mask or chase away the concern that darkened blue eyes. It was worse than that, but why quibble over how bad it was?
Instead, he tried to prioritize. Once she was in (if she came in), he moved to get a towel out of his bathroom (closing his bedroom door behind himself) before turning up the thermostat in the main part of the cabin. She didn't exactly look like she was up for dealing with near-freezing temperatures. He wanted to ask, too, what had happened, but he figured getting her dried off and cleaned up was probably a higher priority than badgering her with questions. So he simply held his tongue as he offered her the towel. "I can get you a sweatshirt or something if you want," he offered almost sheepishly. But in fairness to him, he hadn't had warning he was going to have company. If he'd known she was coming, he would've turned up the temperature before she got there.