"Whoa, whoa," Jesse immediately barks out, almost a shout as his own hands jump up to splay at Finch, palms flat and placating as he can manage to be right now. "Cool it- man, you wanna put the pipe down?"

When was the last time he'd slept? Had he?

"I was just wonderin' where you were at." He doesn't step closer yet, fingers carefully curling in on themselves as he stares the other Jesse down. "What're you even doing in here? This place smells like stale popcorn. And balls."