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a little unorthodox, but

Who: Jesse and Kenzi
What: Kenzi needs to get to the bottom of things, which means she's going to get all L.A. Noire on Jesse's butt.
Where: A room!
When: Day 27, mid-day.

When Jesse sleeps, he sleeps like a rock. And after the fight that he had with Party and the general wearing-out he'd been through the day before, he passes the fuck out without really meaning to. When he wakes up, he's in a difference place. Again. He's not tied up or anything, and if he checked, the door wouldn't be locked, but he freaks out anyway -- until he notices that he's sitting at a desk with a lamp pointed at his face. What is this, an interrogation?

He's got a piece of glass he'd fashioned into a weapon in his pocket, and that makes him feel a little safer, and -- well, this is like something out of a stupid detective movie and he's amused. Half grinning, he sits up slowly in his chair and tries to peer into the general darkness of the room.

"... Uh. Hey? Is this a stickup or the start of a bad porno, 'cause I gotta say, bravo, dude."

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Jesse sighs, groans slightly. "Kenzi, babydoll, he is fine. He was fine when I left, and now he's freaked, ain't he?" She meant well, but Jesse is left wishing he hadn't said anything at all. The look on her face and her body-language makes Jesse feel bad, though, and he softens.

"Look. Listen t'me. I can tell you what happened, but y'can't tell him. You gotta promise me. It'll wreck him worse." Of course, Jesse doesn't know about Galen's schizophrenia worries. That might change his mind.

She nods, feeling even guiltier. Freaking him out hadn't been the goal. She should have realized... human reaction. Humans. These people aren't fae. "He's less-freaked now. I fixed that." Mostly. A little. Ugh, he's still terrified and she knows it. She's scared, too.

"I seriously doubt anything can wreck him worse than this. Dude, he thinks you leave him. He thinks he gets sick and you can't handle it and you leave."

She's practically sitting on the edge of her seat, leaning forward, getting close, trying to make him understand and practically pleading with him here. "I'm only making that promise if you tell him you don't leave. This place has been shit to him since he got here! It can't be shit back home, too. Not fucking acceptable."

And now she's invested. She cares. That's her Squishy and he understands her and they're friends and she'd do practically anything for him just like she would for Bo. It's all in the look she's giving Jesse.

Still, it's good that she fixed it, for the most part. That's something Jesse wants to hear, likes to hear, and he nods, rubbing at his face a little. He's going to respond, but then -- Kenzi says what she does, and he promptly forgets. Jesse looks up, a little shocked. Galen thinks what?

"He --" Give him a second. "The fuck, he thought I'd leave him?" And now Jesse looks hurt, because he must've done something seriously wrong to make Galen think he'd leave him if Galen got sick. The nightmare thing is different. That's invasion - but Jesse wasn't going to leave. He just needed space.

Jesse looks back down at his hands, clenching them into fists. "... I don't. I didn't leave. Stupid fucker." But it's got no heat behind it, and his shoulders are slumped. "I dunno if you'd believe it. None of us did at first."

He can't believe he's telling someone he barely knows this, but he is. Maybe talking about it will help.

Oh no-- oh crap. Now the tough one is upset. This is just a disaster. It's good that he's reacting, but inciting two emotional breakdowns in two days is probably not a record to be bragging about.

At least he proved her right and she couldn't hate him now if she tried. She'd freakin' told Galen that wasn't it. You don't walk away from someone that feels that way about you. When the L-word's involved, you don't leave unless you have a damn good reason.

Hope wins out again and she smiles, trying to be reassuring. "Honey, you'd be hella surprised at what I'm willing to believe. Just try me. Come on."

Jesse swallows hard. Nope, no, he's still tough, dammit. He exhales slow and sinks back down into his chair, staring at the ceiling. He still thinks Kenzi's going to call him crazy, but whatever, he might as well.

"He started having nightmares. Real bad nightmares. And they got worse. Think he said -- he said there was a dog in one of 'em, and the dog bit him, and left an infection. And that got worse." Jesse sighs, looking up at Kenzi. "Look, promise you won't tell anybody, for real - this ain't something he needs anybody t'know."

He already has an inkling that she won't say anything, but he wants to hear an agreement.

She moves her right arm closer to her body at the word 'infection' but doesn't react to very much other than that.

Also, seriously? She holds up her pinky in offering, raising an eyebrow. "I swear." Who the hell would she tell? Just remember who was trying to keep Galen safe for a week without you, Mr. Finch. Not an easy task, but she managed. Mostly.

"When did they start? Did he meet anyone weird in the days leading up to it? Did he go anyplace he hasn't been before? Any cold, weird, whooshy feelings?" These... these aren't normal questions that a regular person hearing this story would ask. A normal person would have laughed at how stupid that sounded. Kenzi's taking this seriously. "Where did it bite him?"

He appreciates that, more than Kenzi knows. He'll tell her eventually, but for now, he just takes that pinky swear, and sort of raises his eyebrows at the questions. No, they're not normal questions, but. At least she's taking it seriously? In fact, Kenzi actually sort of sounds like she knows what he's talking about, or at least, has had some experience with freaky shit.

"Uh -- mid-October's when they started, no, I don't think he did to either, and... not that m'aware of." Jesse wrinkles his nose. "Bit his arm. We couldn't see it, not awake, but it got infected while he was dreaming. And he started -- he said he wanted t'help. And I believe him, I do, I know he was tryin' to, but he fucked around with shit that he didn't have a right to."

Deep breath.

Haha... ha... experience? What? No way. OH MY GOD his arm?! If she looks terrified, it's because she is.

Arm infections. Weird, freaky, fae-like arm infections? Now Kenzi's about 98% sure the universe is trying to mess her up specifically and maybe Loki wasn't bullshitting all that talk about fate.

She's quiet a moment, looking just over Jesse's shoulder at nothing in particular. "... So it changed him?" And now she's wishing Trick were here so she can ask him if fae can be made and not just born. This might not even be a fae thing at all, but if it is-- does that mean she can find Galen when they go back? Same universe, same place.

And she's already forming ideas on how to prevent this. Just track when he sleeps, ask him about his dreams, watch for nightmares. Watch for mares. Keep him happy? Watch his back.

He's a little worried at her reaction. Running his hands through his hair, he answers. "Yeah. Changed him into somethin' not him at all. He got into people's dreams and turned 'em into nightmares t'make the person stronger. S'what his reasoning was. But it weren't him. Whatever the fuckin' dog was, that's what was makin' him do it. Still, though, he got -- he pulled up memories and made it really fuckin' hard t'sleep for m-- for some people."

Jesse fidgets, resting his elbows back on the desk.

"Oh." Oh. Okay, well that explains the warnings and the not talking to him, but it doesn't explain much of anything else. She doesn't remember a mare working like that. If anything, they tended to make a person weaker. This doesn't sound like that at all. It's different. Way different.

"Shit." She sinks forward, stretching her arms out across the desk and resting her head on the good one. This is hard. It's messy and it's complicated and she doesn't like the sound of it. But it hasn't happened yet. It might not happen. She flicks his arm just above the elbow. "You have to tell him, dude. You have to tell him it's not--" Mmmmmno. Not going there. "You just have to tell him."

Jesse had no idea what it was either. He still doesn't. And he doesn't much care; it's gone, it's not going to come back, and things were going to get better. Jesse jumps slightly when Kenzi flicks him, and blinks at her. Yeah, he caught that.

"Have t'tell him it's not what?"

Nooooo. Nope. Sitting back up now. Entire desk between them. This is enough space. "I can't tell you that. This is why you guys have to talk, okay? Shiz is messed up."

She doesn't know if he knows! He probably knows. But how much does he know?! That's not her secret to tell, if it's a secret at all. That would be like running around telling people Bo is fae. See? Secrets already! Sorry, Jesse, she's known your boy longer. He wins.

Alright, alright, she has a point. Jesse sighs, rubbing at his face. "No -- no, yer right. I will. We'll talk." He gnaws at his bottom lip, and then looks up at her. "Hey, look. You ain't known him long but you're still looking out for him. It don't mean much, m'sure, and I said it afore, but that means a lot."

Kenzi very much enjoys being right. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, watch out! This grin forming is a mixture of contentment and mischief as she stands up and heads over to the light switch. "I gotta look out for Squishy. He's soft and sheltered and prone to face-punches. Face-twin shenanigans can get kinda dicey around here."

When she flips the switch, Jesse can see that she had a baseball bat and a wooden spoon by her chair and they are currently... in the spare room across the hall with the single bed pushed up against the only window. She really thought this through, okay? Despite the complete lack of budget.

"I guess you're free to go. Way to cooperate, dude, I didn't even get to bust your kneecaps. Jeeze." Fun ruiner!

Aw, Kenzi, Jesse's incredibly pleased to hear that. As wary as he is of Galen right now, he still loves him, and wants to see him safe. The mention of facetwins, however, gets him to wrinkle his nose and grumble something like, "Yeah, don't I know it," ominously. He's a bit sore from dealing with Party Poison, mostly emotionally.

And then he spots the baseball bat and wooden spoon. That makes him cackle. "Oh my fuckin' god, were y'gonna use those on me? Tough lady, I gotta watch out, don't I?" He's joking, but there's a hint of seriousness to that - girl has the potential to be a terrifying force of nature, Jesse feels like. "It's real mafia. I kinda like it."

Standing, Jesse runs his hand through his hair. As he walks by her, he goes on a whim and takes her hand to kiss the back of it, singing: "Heyyy, Miss Murder can I, heeyyy Miss Murder can I~" with a big cheesy grin, like the dork he is. He doesn't even care if it makes sense.

Woah. Woah, this guy is smooth. Ridiculously smooth. Kenzi can't even be mad about the fact that he laughed at her a second time because... damn.

No wait. She lied. She can be a little mad. Just a tiny bit offended. Possibly trying to hide a blush and fight a bright smile, but still offended! Her hand slips out of his, after it's been kissed, obvi, and comes back up to cover his face and push him back. "There's still time for me to change my mind about the kneecaps. Don't push it, new guy, I'm vicious. I have a crossbow!"

And she got that reference. Picking songs sung by dudes who wear more eyeliner than she does is a cheap (but lucky) shot. Yep. She likes him. They'll keep him.

"You better watch your back, roomie."

He cackles as she pushes him away, lifting his hands up in a show of defense. "I believe it, I believe it." And that's serious enough, because honestly, he does believe that if he fucked with her (which he wouldn't) she'd break his kneecaps. Scary.

With an overexaggerated bow, Jesse slips out through the door. "Consider it watched. Question, though: you got any food? Sorta unfair t'make a starving guy defend himself."

Kenzi follows, closing the door behind them. "Most of it's in cans and the only edible things I know how to cook are pizza and sugary cereals. Think you can do any better? ... Can you make mac and cheese without milk?"

Phil can cook, but he's a busy guy. They're gonna have to get creative with this food situation pretty damn soon, and Kenzi sure as hell is not filleting any fish.

"Eurgh, you can," Jesse hedges, making a face as he heads to the kitchen. "It's gross, though, s'like eating watery cheese. Y'don't got like... half n' half or something?"

Jesse can cook! With... a wider selection, but hey. He can work it.

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