[She's not feeling especially destructive today, not when she's sober and he's falling apart. He never should have taken what he did to begin with, and now they're both stuck dealing with it. There's nothing to say, but plenty to do that she hasn't offered, and she doesn't take any action beyond taking out her phone to text an explanation to Mary Margaret so that her roommate doesn't worry.

He's going to hate her for this, but that's alright. He probably hates her already for not believing in the curse. He's too far gone to see the world for what it is, but it nags at her all the same. He's not some horrible person who wants to hurt people. Why is it so hard for him to exist in this quiet little town with the least threatening group of people she's ever met?

There's no answer, none that makes sense, so she takes it for what it is. He's lonely, damaged, scared, whatever. He's been on his own for too long. But how do you change that? How do you help someone who doesn't want it?

Those questions have no answers, but she turns them over at first before she gives in. And that's maddening, because all she wants to do is make him ride this out so that he doesn't think to put himself in this situation again.]

Jefferson?

[She sits up with a sigh, shifting closer until she's beside him, and then...

Then she realizes she wants no part in sorting through this, but what choice does she have after what she brought on? So she reaches out, running a hand through his hair, a gentle touch that she doesn't want to offer him. She looks toward the door again and then lets her eyes fall over Jefferson, moving her other hand against his arm, sliding up to his shoulder.]

Hey, come on. We can make this better. We'll go inside, and I'll give you something, and you'll be okay again. Alright?