He knew that he couldn't - and shouldn't - avoid the subject completely. Which meant that he had to go now, while it was still fresh in his mind and fresh on his face, and tell Zoe what had happened between himself and her former husband. He didn't doubt that she would be upset by it, but he couldn't predict her reactions. Didn't know exactly what she would say, or if she'd tell him to leave. He also didn't know if it would send her straight to Wash's arms.
Jesse wandered into her apartment and went to the kitchen. He hadn't expected to find her in there, but there she was. Silently, he got a beer out of the fridge. He could see her sadness on her face, and it felt like he could cut her confusion with a knife.
This was going to make things worse, he just knew it.
He looked at the smashed cup on the floor and wondered if she'd done it on purpose, or if it had been an accident. The look in her eyes told her it was the latter, but there could always be remorse after a purposeful breaking. He knew that well.
Jesse wanted to take her in his arms. But she had to see what he looked like and know the story before he'd move to touch her. Touching her first might seem like a betrayal of some kind, he thought. An attempt to distract her from what had gone one.