Listen, Jess. Forget anything anyone ever told you about not being good enough. [ His voice is low, and he brushes his fingers up into Jesse's hair. For once, he's grateful for this place, for giving him this instead of leaving him to pick up all those pieces. ] There is no 'good enough'. I fell in love with you. The first time I knew was like, a week after you started working. We shared a cigarette and I was trying to help you load up gear, and -- Christ, this sounds so fucking corny.