He tried to hold back the slight frown that tugged at his lips, but he was unsuccessful. Part of him had been hoping that she would be in Scotland long enough for them to mend things. At least to the point of their friendship returning. Even if they couldn't be anything more than that, Zach would at least be content in the fact she had returned to his life in some form.

"You're not sure?" He echoed her words, trying to be patient, trying to give her time to elaborate.

When Jo's words failed, and she glanced toward the door, he nearly reached out to touch her arm. To lay his hand upon her sleeve to encourage her to stay. To give her encouragement to say what she needed. But he didn't move. She would just push him away. That would cause her to disappear again, and then where would they be?

"Jo--" Zach began, his gaze returning to her face, expression softening. "You don't..." Owe me an explanation. But she did. He frowned at his own words, shaking his head. His arm crept across the table without realizing, but he instead reached for the second drink he assumed was his, just for something to hold. "Take your time." He settled on, his voice soft.