Jesse lets out a slow, careful sigh of relief once he's allowed to take the glass, edging out of his seat far enough to snatch the piece off the floor. Harder to do real damage to yourself with a big-ass pipe than it is something like this, he figures. Small victories that he's definitely going to be taking.

"I ain't losin' it, man. Straight-up responsible and shit here." He hefts the piece of glass into his hand as he collapses back into his seat, grimacing at the blood. "Yo, thought I was gonna have to tackle you for this."

'Course, then the big b-bomb's dropped, and Jesse actually wheedles around in his seat to peer at Finch, almost incredulously. Yep, did not call that one. "Like a boyfriend boyfriend? Like up the butt, like, that's how you like it? Up the butt?"