It's not pathetic, or at least, Jesse wouldn't think so. While Jesse's never had a shortage of friends, he thinks he knows how it feels to feel like you need to flinch away from people. He's had his low points in his life, and he knows that what you need most, as corny as it sounds, are friends to get you through it.

Jesse rolls on his stomach so that he can get a better look at Ned as he settles right down into the serious side of things. Fragile. Don't break. Jesse keeps his head down, his eyes up, as non-threatening as possible - he doesn't quite realize he's doing it, and it's mostly the subconscious wolf, but he's listening. He's the inferior one right now.

"Man, you could be the bravest motherfucker in the world and still freak out at a dragon kidnapping you." Jesse tells Ned, eyebrows raised. "Like, between you and me, if I got carried off, I'd probably piss my pants." Whatever, dragons are scary.

This is Jesse's shitty attempt to make Ned feel better, but at least he's trying. "I mean - not everybody's gotta be brave, either. It ain't a bad thing. S'okay to be scared." Sniff. "Just saying you don't gotta beat yourself up over it. Doesn't make you any less of a like, man."

Look at Jesse, after all. He's probably terrifying looking to some people, but put him in the same room as his boyfriend and he's a squishy marshmallow.