Jessica didn't go home. Her apartment had not felt like home since Kilgrave had violated it and left only death behind. She felt like a trespasser in her own apartment. She knew it was only in her imagination, Trish and Malcolm did a suspiciously good job clearing out Ruben's body but to Jessica it still stank of death. Also, she didn't want to face the clean up from her battle with Simpson but most of all she just didn't want to be alone.

She thought about getting something to drink. She had promised Hogarth that she would be sober for the trial and now that it was over it was abundantly obvious that there was too much blood in her alcohol system. This was the longest she had been sober in god knows how long. It hurt, everyone of her unclouded senes hit her like physical blows, too sharp and bright and she needed a drink now.

Only problem was she was broke. She had been busy. Hunting down mass murderers didn't exactly pay the bills, at least not in Jessica's case.

If she went to a bar she could probably get someone to buy her a drink. She knew she was attractive, even charming if she tried. It was a plan and it would have worked if not for the fact that the very idea turned her stomach.

So she just kept walking trying to think of a plan that would get her booze without having any money. She was on plan M which involved getting a hold of some potatoes and making her own vodka when she realized where she was.

Trish. She was at Trish's apartment, knocking at her door before she had even made a conscious decision to go there. God, how long had she been walking? Trish lived at least 16 miles away from the courthouse. That would explain why her feet hurt so much. She shouldn't be here. This was pathetic on a whole new level, even for Jessica who had just been thinking about making her own vodka.

Jessica was just about to turn around, be miserable in private maybe get ahold of those potatoes when the door opened. Trish was standing in the doorway. Face flushed, hair sleep rumpled, no makeup, all soft lines and blurry sleep crusted eyes. This was not the Trish the media got to see.

Jessica was reminded of when her and Trish lived together before Jessica's met the devil and her life went to hell dragging Trish with her. Back when Jessica didn't feel like her embrace was smearing blood on her. Jessica's heart just melted and all thoughts of escape vanished from her mind. Jessica hadn't realized how tense she was until she saw Trish and relaxed on impulse.

"Jessica?" Trish asked. She must have looked through her monitor before she had opened the door but she still managed to sound surprised.

"...Ah ..yeah, hi." Jessica said lamely. She had no idea what else she could possibly say in this situation.

It was a strange cocktail of emotions. On the one hand she was so relieved to see Trish she thought she felt a little high. On the other hand she was kind of hoping the floor would swallow her.

"Jessica, what are you doing here? What's wrong?" Trish sounded frantic and angry. Jessica came down from her high so fast it hurt.

"What? I can't come over and see my friend without there being something wrong?" Jessica snaps feeling waspish, buzzing and metallic and poisonous. she always feels like that, now, so she tries to summon up a smile to soften the harshness of her words. Because Trish doesn't deserve to be snapped at, especially not by Jessica.

Because it's Trish, Trish is trying so hard for her, every damn day, even with Jessica snapping and tense, leaking radioactive shit everywhere. So Jessica can try, too. Pull out a smile, and it's just as hard every time, making sure it's not fake, finding something genuine. After Killgrave Jessica has made it a point to only smile when she wants to. Trish is the exception.

It's worth it for the way Trish's shoulders settle a little, her eyes brightening. Jessica should not be here. She has messed up Trish's life enough already. Everyone that comes in contact with Jessica ends up dead or worse. People like Trish shouldn't be around people like Jessica. It was dangerous and wrong. But god damnit she is here now which means she should probably think of an excuse as to why that is before Trish's sleep idle brian jumps to anymore conclusions.

"Sorry, I was.. Just ah… In the neighborhood and I thought: hey! I just got off a murder charge … so I was thinking maybe we could go somewhere to celebrate. Not Luke's obviously, but there are other places…" Smooth Jones real smooth.

Trish stared at Jessica for what felt like forever. She then did a truly remarkable impression of Hogarth's "why has God put Jessica Jones on this earth to test me?" face before sighing and informing Jessica that it was infact 3am and that she doubted very much that any place would be open, and was she sure everything was ok? Jessica checked her phone. It was 3:26am. Shit, Jessica was knocking on people's doors at 3:26am. This was beyond pathetic, this was a new, new low.

Jessica needed to leave, now. She stuttered out an apology and started to leave, making her way back to the bank of elevators when Trish stopped her with a soft hand on Jessica's shoulder. They stood there for an endless moment, Jessica wanting nothing more then to disappear forever. Trish stoic, even in her PJ, her face unreadable. She didn't move her hand from Jessica's shoulder.

It was Trish who eventually broke the silent standoff gesturing at the inside of her apartment with one arm, the other still firmly on Jessica's shoulder.

"What?" Jessica asked with honest confusion. She likes to think of herself as someone who knows Trish better than anyone else but Jessica has zero idea what she is trying to communicate in this moment.

Trish rolls her eyes like Jessica is missing something obvious, which is not fair because Jessica is a PI and very good at not missing things.

"I'm trying to tell you to come into my home." Trish says like they are old friends engaging in a social call. Not like it's 3:26am and Jessica is a ticking time bomb. "Oh" Jessica says at a loss. She follows Trish inside even though she knows it's a bad idea because Trish makes saying yes easy and Jessica is tired of the hard choices.