Yeah, [ Jesse says first, almost reverently, examines the cigarette in his hand and rolls it over in his fingers as the half a smile brewing carefully dips from his face again. ] Thought I had it.

[ And he ashes the rest, flicking the embers from the end and screwing up his face as he regards Finch again. ] Y'know, when I'm all in, I'm all in. That ain't somethin' I fuck around with, yo. I ain't no skeeze.