Well, congratulations. You may have actually achieved something in your life.
Jesse lets out a long breath, mops a shaky hand over his head as the glass falls to the floor.
You've successfully prolonged a man's suffering.
"Hell yeah, bitch," he mutters under his breath, peering up at Finch and that smile. It's nice, it's like a thank you or something, and he feels awfully damn good about it. Saving lives. It's a nice twist, for him, starts to make him feel like he's turning shit around. First Mike, now Finch. Even when there's a new something slithering its way into his head, higher and more female than the other voices: You could have joined him, you know.
Jesse flinches again, but he doesn't explain. It almost coincides with Finch's own - Joined me. - and he'll take that cover as a reward, thankyouverymuch.
I miss you.
"Forget that creep," Jesse replies in turn, waves a passive hand and slumps back into a seat on the stairs. "I can handle his nightmare ass real easy. Yo, we got any other weapons down here? I'll show'm who's boss. He ain't gettin' in here and he knows it." Should have brought a pack of cards. Jesse gestures out to the hand that's just recently been getting blood all over Finch's face, and lifts his chin. "Hey, man, lemme see your hand. No homo. I ain't gonna bite, I swear."
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Jesse lets out a long breath, mops a shaky hand over his head as the glass falls to the floor.
You've successfully prolonged a man's suffering.
"Hell yeah, bitch," he mutters under his breath, peering up at Finch and that smile. It's nice, it's like a thank you or something, and he feels awfully damn good about it. Saving lives. It's a nice twist, for him, starts to make him feel like he's turning shit around. First Mike, now Finch. Even when there's a new something slithering its way into his head, higher and more female than the other voices: You could have joined him, you know.
Jesse flinches again, but he doesn't explain. It almost coincides with Finch's own - Joined me. - and he'll take that cover as a reward, thankyouverymuch.
I miss you.
"Forget that creep," Jesse replies in turn, waves a passive hand and slumps back into a seat on the stairs. "I can handle his nightmare ass real easy. Yo, we got any other weapons down here? I'll show'm who's boss. He ain't gettin' in here and he knows it." Should have brought a pack of cards. Jesse gestures out to the hand that's just recently been getting blood all over Finch's face, and lifts his chin. "Hey, man, lemme see your hand. No homo. I ain't gonna bite, I swear."