He feels some small feeling of accomplishment that he passed all her stupid little tests - kinda cute, not as annoying as he thought they were going to be. She's not half bad, he guesses. Now that she's not taking a first class ticket into Crazytown.

But seriously? She's into that? Color him surprised. He's gonna see that fistbump and raise her a reciprocation, even lets his mouth turn up in a bit of a smirk at one of the corners when he does so. "Ya even like the good stuff," he says. "None'a that Pitbull bullshit on the radio."

She's asking him the money question now - wasn't too hard to gather what was going on from what she already knew. "It ain't-" he starts, cross, and then Jesse claps his hands together, lets a sort of prayer symbol fall lazily between his knees as he tilts his head back to the ceiling with a sigh. It takes every ounce of his being not to just snap that it's none of her business.

"Sorta," he admits finally, puts his head back down and looks across the room rather than back at her, maybe a little guilty. "Kinda- think I messed up." He's had people he's hung out with, sure, even been through some deep shit with. But he's never properly had a good friend like Finch, with all the talking and crap. He's not really sure how this works.