He immediately feels terrible for doing it, and Ned's reaction to him makes Jesse curl away further, an almost literal dog with his tail behind his legs. He just needs to tamp down the wolf. It's hard, though, with all of his senses on overdrive, with the combination of seeing Kenzi and Galen, hurting Kenzi, being stuck, the knowledge that Galen is eating nightmares - it has him on edge.

Jesse huddles down as much he can, pulling the cardigan not the hoodie closer. Maybe if he tries to look as small as possible he'll be less threatening. He's quiet, at least, until Ned says he's not coming back, and Jesse can't just let that go.

"Hey - hey, no," Jesse protests, but he doesn't reach, like he normally would. He's a little afraid of himself. "No, I - I ain't mad, look, m'sorry. I knew already. It ain't the first time there's been trouble with Galen and nightmares, alright, I just - I know." He doesn't quite mean to say so much (and his expression, just a little haunted and a little scared, tells more than his words) but it doesn't matter now. It's out.

"Don't - don't tell anybody else, but I told you afore - like, afore I got all fuckin' wolf at you, that I couldn't help - that I was lookin' out for you, and you being out here in the cold ain't looking out very well. S'your house too, and - and me n' Kenzi are gonna take care of the nightmare thing." He digs his nails into his legs, hoping that helps at all. He doubts it. Ned's skittish as it is.