The tension still hadn't faded from his minds as he decided to cut down a few alleys. It wasn't like he was in immediate danger. It wasn't that kind of feeling. It was more of...A uneasy feeling in his stomach. Almost like he was beginning to come down with the flu or something like that. It was hard to place his finger on the feeling. It wasn't overpowering, but it was there. Sort of like how he knew when someone was watching him intently.  That feeling of knowing, but when you turn around, nothing is there to prove it. That sort of feeling.<br/><br/>The more alleys he cut down, the fewer people he saw. Which was actually a pretty rare thing. Usually. He guessed most of the homeless population were gathering in the shelters tonight. Hoping not to be the next victims. Not that he could blame them too much. Usually they had a hard enough time as is without adding in supernatural community that liked to prey on them.<br/><br/>Turning down the alley that, unbeknownst to him, Ava and Jenkins had just moments before walked through, he also spotted Dmitri against the wall. He was gonna walk on by. Had to steel himself to walk on by him, but the closer he got, the more the doctor in him just wanted to help. The other male really didn't look too good. At least to Jeremi anyway. Maybe he had just spent too much time around sick people to be able to recognize the signs in others. Or maybe it was just the way he looked so dejected.<br/><br/>Sighing, Jeremi stopped in front of him and offered him a hand. "Hiya. Forgive me for being nosy, but you don't look so hot. Do you have a place to stay? If not, you could come with me. We always have room at my place." He offered a small smile and waited to see if Dmitri would accept his offer of help or tell him to get lost. Not that he would care too much if he was told to get lost. He knew he couldn't help everyone. That didn't make it any less of a bitter pill to swallow though.