He's stopped. He's not moving. Just watching. Carefully.

Slower than slow, he lifts his hands. Empty, just look. Nothing here. "Jesse." Voice is calm. Quiet. Potentially a little concerned, which actually surprises him. "M'not after you, handsome. You think you'd still be breathing if I was? No. You're safe. Just talkin'."

Gotta find out what's wrong. It's hard to tell from over here, but it looks like he either got in a fight or hasn't slept a wink in days. Still moving slow, he lowers himself to the ground and crouches. Just watching. Not going anywhere.