This was starting to be way out of Jesse's league. It wasn't like he was a stupid guy - he wasn't, he wasn't, he didn't care how much he'd tried to tell himself to the alternative, louder as the week went on - and he had some of the logic to back it up, but he wasn't a genius. He wasn't Gus Fring, he certainly wasn't Mr. White. He even found himself calling back to stupid fucking support groups and whatever bullshit they had to sling around, but none of it was ringing right.
And Jesse Finch had a piece of glass to his fucking heart.
"I ain't gonna touch ya, okay? Come-" His voice breaks and he starts to stand, ever so carefully, only moves from his placating stance to rub at his nose again and sniff something else back. His voice was starting to get a little higher, a little more desperate. "Come on, man, let's hash this out first. Pros and cons. Huh? Ya can't just up and murder someone without your pros and cons. Even if it's yourself."
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This was starting to be way out of Jesse's league. It wasn't like he was a stupid guy - he wasn't, he wasn't, he didn't care how much he'd tried to tell himself to the alternative, louder as the week went on - and he had some of the logic to back it up, but he wasn't a genius. He wasn't Gus Fring, he certainly wasn't Mr. White. He even found himself calling back to stupid fucking support groups and whatever bullshit they had to sling around, but none of it was ringing right.
And Jesse Finch had a piece of glass to his fucking heart.
"I ain't gonna touch ya, okay? Come-" His voice breaks and he starts to stand, ever so carefully, only moves from his placating stance to rub at his nose again and sniff something else back. His voice was starting to get a little higher, a little more desperate. "Come on, man, let's hash this out first. Pros and cons. Huh? Ya can't just up and murder someone without your pros and cons. Even if it's yourself."