[ Jesse has no idea how to react to this. Because it's kind of ridiculous -- he's torn between wanting to say something, to say no, come on, give it here, get rid of it, and... and give me some. It brings up a lot of old urges very suddenly that he isn't sure he's prepared for.
He's quiet for a beat, for two. Then: ] It's yours. You're a meth head? [ He's not judging. ]
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He's quiet for a beat, for two. Then: ] It's yours. You're a meth head? [ He's not judging. ]