Jesse slides smoothly into a seat on the steps near Finch as soon as he's given permission, careful to miss the blood - course, just as the glass falls and all hell breaks loose for a split second. He can't help it. He all out flinches reflexively like he's about to get hit, but Finch quiets, settles back into his spot.

Carefully as he can manage, Jesse starts to try to inch his fingers towards the piece of glass. Step one.

"Ya can call yourself whatever you want- man, it's like- But you are. Yanno. A superhero. They fight off monsters and bad guys. Right?" It's a whole new conundrum, a whole splay of categories and Jesse doesn't know where he fits anymore. "Plus, I mean," and his hand closes around the glass, "they keep people safe. Am I right? And y'know how many people've died? Here? A grand total'a none since you picked up the pipe, my friend. Check it out. I'm in one piece."