Jesse climbed the stairs to the loft, pausing before he knocked on the door. After Madeline had confronted him, he'd been nervous about spending extended amounts of time with Michael in case his mom had said anything to him. Or because Michael might figure it out himself now that he wasn't crazy worrying over Fiona. Finally, he sighed, put on his poker face, and knocked on the door.
"Mike, it's me, Jesse," he called out so that when the door was opened he wouldn't have a gun in his face.
He heard footsteps, and the door opened, revealing not Michael, but Fiona. She smiled at him.
"Hi Jesse."
He knew he should answer, but his train of thought was entirely lost as soon as the door was opened. Fiona was wearing nothing but a pale blue dress shirt, presumably Michael's. She looked slightly sleep rumpled, and he couldn't stop himself from staring at her bare legs.
She quirked an eyebrow and spoke again, "Jesse?"
His eyes shot up to her face. "What? Oh, hi Fi." He shook his head. How long had he been standing there, staring like an idiot.
She moved back into the loft, leaving the door open so Jesse could follow. He closed the door behind him and watched as Fi went towards the kitchen and started rummaging around in the fridge. She emerged with two containers of yogurt and placed them on the counter.
"Michael," she called out, "You only have one clean spoon."
"So wash one," he yelled back from upstairs.
She started to yell back, but quieted when she saw him coming down the stairs. Jesse turned towards Michael as well, anything to distract him from Fi. Michael was in a pair of boxers and a plain white t-shirt. His hair was messed up, and like Fi, it was obvious he hadn't been awake very long.
"Oh, hey Jesse," Michael glanced towards him before turning his attention back to Fiona.
"I don't feel like washing one," she pouted. Michael rolled his eyes, but walked to the sink and started washing a spoon. She grinned, triumphant.
After a few moments he came to stand behind her, reaching around to grab one of the yogurts on the counter. She leaned into his back and he smiled slightly before eating a spoonful of his strawberry yogurt. Fi did the same with her blueberry.
"So, Jesse, what're you doing here this early?" Michael asked, before stealing a spoonful of Fi's yogurt, laughing slightly when she did the same to him.
"Oh, well, I might have a client, so I figured I'd stop by and see if you guys wanted to tag along." Jesse watched as they alternately ate spoonfuls of their own and each others' yogurts.
"Hmm… will it take long? 'Cause Fi and I were gonna get dinner later, and she takes forever to get ready." He smirked at her huff of indignation.
"Yeah, yeah, shouldn't be more than an hour or two." He tried not to think about the fact that they were going out on what seemed to be a date.
"Sounds good," Michael said before scooping up the last spoonful of Fi's yogurt.
Her eyes narrowed into a glare as she turned to face him. "Hey! That was mine."
He shrugged. "Here, you can have my last bite," he held out his container.
She pouted. "I wanted my last bite to be blueberry, Michael."
He laughed, "Oops."
"Michael!" She half yelled, exasperated.
"Fine," he muttered and leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss. After a few moments, he pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on hers.
"That blueberry enough for you, Fi?" He whispered.
"Mmhmm… Perfect," she whispered back contentedly.
As Jesse watched the two of them, he realized that he didn't have a chance. Even if she and Michael weren't really together, they weren't not together either. And as he stood there, he realized that they didn't even notice he was there. Nothing else mattered. Madeline was right, it was always each other.