You hadn’t meant to take it. Really. It had just been cold, and Jesse had thrown it over your shoulders when the wind picked up during the patrol. You thought he’d forget about it.

But three days later, you were still wearing it. His jacket.

It was worn soft at the collar, a little frayed at the cuffs, and definitely too big—but it smelled like cedar, campfire, and just... safe. You’d slipped it on this morning again without thinking, tugging the sleeves over your fingers as you went down to grab some rations.

And that’s when Jesse spotted you.

He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, talking to Tommy about the new patrol routes. His eyes flicked up at the sound of your boots. He didn’t say anything. Just stared.

You tugged the jacket tighter around you, trying to act casual.

“What?” you asked, voice low as you passed him.

Jesse’s lips twitched. “Didn’t say anything.”