She wrapped her arms so tight around his neck he had to loosen them himself. "Hey," he whispered, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "I know I'm a little early..."

"My suitcase won't close! I...I didn't think I had so much stuff right but now it's just not closing, but when I moved here, it was closing just fine..."

"Let me help. I learned that if you actually folded the clothes..." he picked up a t-shirt and demonstrated on folding it, "you can pack more things..."

Ness stood at her doorway, arms folded across her stomach as she watched him fold her laundry ever so neatly. "Jeff," she whispered, her eyes blinking ever so softly, "what are you doing here?"

He laid the pair of jeans on top of her suitcase and gave a shrug. "I haven't seen you in a while, thought I'd stop by and say hi."

She met him on the bed, pushing her luggage off to the side. "No one kisses anyone like that just to say hi. What are you really doing here?"

So many excuses went through his head at that moment, but he knew she would call him out on his lies. The second Lillian told him to get her, he never looked back. He had sent a text to John on the plane, to confirm it was OK to be with his sister, and that was the end of that. Everyone would be in Colorado in a few hours, it's just Jeff had to get there first. To get her.

"Jeff, stop thinking and just tell me. You're starting to make me worried that I'm doing something wrong."

He gave her a smile and stood up from the bed, beginning to pace back and forth. "I'm here..." he began, making eye contact with the woman he saved, "I'm here because I want to be with you. I gave it so much thought last night you know, after we were done talking on the phone and I was with Maria... she was just so fake. You, Ness... you aren't fake. You're so real, and so... flawed. You've made so many mistakes, but you just roll with it. You don't dwell on every little thing like Candice did... I don't know. I talked to you, then I talked to Lillian and... I have to be with you. I don't want anyone else but you. There." He ran his fingers through his hair and scratched the back of his head, scared to look at her now. "That's why I'm here. To be with you."

She chewed on her bottom lip as she stared down at her feet, glaring at the chipped blue nail polish on her toes. He was only there for her... "And now I feel like an idiot because you aren't saying anything. Fuck! I knew this would happen... that I would just confess everything and you won't..."

"It's not that," she cut him off, still staring at her toes. "I just got kicked out of here by my roommate..."

"Roommate? John said you lived by yourself."

She let out a helpless sigh, "that's what I told him. So he could think I was independent and that I don't really need anyone, and that I can move on from... everything." She sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to her, inviting him to join. "I was using again," she confessed, keeping her concentration on her toes. "Austin... he was my roommate... you know, we would be done a shift and it'd be a good night, so we'd come back here and get high..."

Ness leaned back against her pillows and closed her eyes, not wanting to see his reactions. "I'm not proud of what I have done since you left. My judgement has been messed up and I just haven't been... me. I miss that, you know? Just hanging out with someone and just talking. Like what we used to do. We just talked..."

Jeff laid on the bed next to her, pulling her into his arms and allowing her to lay on top of him. He could tell from how his arms wrapped around her that she had lost some weight and she seemed warm, almost fever like. "When was your last hit?"

"Two days ago." She shivered in his arms. "It was you, wasn't it?" she whispered, leaning on her arms for support on top of his chest. "That one night when you held me downstairs on the couch... you came into the bed and held me?"

He didn't answer. Tucking a strand of her short hair behind her ear, his eyes were fixed on hers when he remembered that night. "I had a feeling it was you," she told him, looking down at his shirt and placing her hands flat on his chest, "because I asked Randy to hold me a few nights later, and we just didn't..." she was speaking with her hands, intwining her fingers together as she tried to find the right word.

"Fit?" Jeff suggested.

"Yes! He was too muscular, there was no softness to him...but you and I we just... fit." She laid her head on his chest lightly, listening to his heart beat as his arms went back around her and his hands settled on her lower back. "I miss you," she whispered. "Austin was kicking me out because he realized that I liked you, and that... that I'd rather be with you than him."

"Hey," he said softly, turning her head so they faced each other and placed his forehead against hers, "I like you too." They kissed again, softly as neither of them wanted to push it any further. "And if you're willing to work on this, then I am too. But this is something that we both have to want." He took her hands into him and sat up, placing their hands in his lap. "Is this something you want?"

She nodded her head. "Yeah," she said quietly. "Let's do this... us thing. But Jeff..." She gave him a smile as a tear trickled down her cheek, "I don't have a place to live."

He got off her bed and zipped up her luggage. "Come with me," he said, holding his hand out for her to accept. "I know a place where we can go."