Like hell she's going to spend her time alone right now. He knows directly where she's going to be heading, follows her right suit with his own shock still crawling in his system like an itch, all over but nothing he can do about it. His grimace feels too tight on his face when he tries to push open the door, expecting to find Laura in her room when she gets back here. But the door has something heavy against it, like some girl's got her back pressed against it.

Jesse doesn't force it open, just lays his palms flat against the wood and rests his forehead between them, a slow sigh escaping his lips before he speaks. "Laura." A beat, and then, "Open up."