The longer he takes to decide, the shittier Jess about obligating him like that. When the door shuts, she hopes he's on the other side. Instead, in quick order he's blocking the light from the stove, shadow bleeding off his broad frame. She has the opportunity to stop him as he kneels down to kiss her but she's beyond caring what it means to him. She's already costing him, asking him to stay with her when she'd give anything to leave what she is behind or turn it away. She gave him the choice to leave but they both know he was screwed as soon as she posed the alternative.

At least he hesitated.

Jess sighs, hand snaking out from under the blanket. Like two nettles brushing, she lazily catch her fingers on his, then listlessly lets her hand hang.