[ the bottle is down nearly a quarter already and he hands it to her after he and max duck inside. he's nervous, has been since he accidentally grabbed kilgrave's arm on the way out of town hall. it doesn't really register to him until she's standing there how vivid everything looks today, with color seeping back into the world. and how she must have been nervous too, all day. it's just another grief he feels he's caused her with no way to truly make up for it.

his eyes dart away from hers, distracted briefly by the space. max shifts forward cautiously to try greeting jess with a cold nose against her knee. ] Jessica, I'm telling you. It worked. When he told me to let go, it was like any other asshole on the street telling me to do something. I could've decked him. Anything. [ homeboy seems a little manic, but that's not really different from usual. he catches her eye again and shrugs. ] It worked.