Jesse is beginning to hate winter. So. MUCH. After Zoom, all that time alone in that cave as his captive, being mocked and tortured, she just doesn’t like the cold. She doesn’t like BEING cold. Not like this. Not indoors, without even playing in the snow as an excuse. It brings up too many horrible memories. And it makes her shoulder ache a little.

So, wearing an over-sized hoodie of Cisco’s over a long-sleeved shirt and pajama pants that are also Cisco’s, she pads over to his bed, rubbing absently at the scars on her collar bone, memories of blue lightning and broken bones unpleasantly sharp in her mind. Burrowing under the ridiculous amount of blankets, she snuggles up tightly against her boyfriend’s side.