Now there's a face Jessica wasn't expecting to see in the gym. He looks so out of place, so yellow and wide eyed and stringy, sipping from his flask. She mutters something unkind under her breath, since there's nothing that makes an alcoholic so sanctimonious as staring now another addict from across a room.

Still, she knows she shouldn't judge. He's been through hell. So has she. And in a way, it's kind of nice to seek connection with someone who maybe does actually get it.

"You should drink water. Or something with electrolytes." Jessica smirks, managing to stand perfectly still somehow. "Long time, no see, huh."