[ He doesn't hate him, that's a good thing. There's a bit of visible relaxing in Jesse's shoulders as he starts to slowly pocket the cigarettes, a small knot that gets released, but he knows he's not quite out of the shit yet. He got Galen pretty riled pretty quickly, and it's not like he's one to back down from an argument - he lent a pretty good hand in continuing it. ]

Hey, man, come on - [ He gestures for the lighter regardless, his own tucked safe away at home with his pipe. ] We were just bein' dicks about it, a'ight? We were just shootin' the shit, and- [ Whatever. He scratches a bit self-consciously at the side of his head. ] If he ain't talkin' about it, he ain't talkin' about it.