Jesse was intending to drop in on his girlfriend and have a nice meal. They did such a thing on many nights. Their phone calls and planning were becoming fewer, and the assumed time they'd be spending together was becoming more abundant. It was nice, really. They seemed to work instinctively, as well. Seemed to know the nights that would be spent in her apartment versus his condo without ever having to say a thing.
What he didn't know, however, was the state he was going to find Zoe in that night when he opened her front door. The smell of hot tea and the sort of soup you only had when you weren't feeling well hit him immediately, and he didn't have to do more than glance at the bundled figure asleep on the couch to know that she'd come down with something.
He wondered how she was dealing with it.
Carefully and as quietly as he could, he moved across the room and sat on the table, scooting the cups away so he wouldn't knock them over. When he was settled, he became almost immediately unsettled. His eyes traveled over the scarf at her neck. He knew it immediately and without any kind of probing or using of powers. There was only one scarf like it in the whole of the Universe.
"Zoe?" His brows were knit together in concern for not only how she was feeling, but how she'd ended up with that neckwear.