Jesse only looks up briefly from his masterpiece to see who it is - ay, Finch - who's visiting, takes another drag off his cigarette and ashes it into a coffee mug on the table. "Hey, man," he greets in return without looking up again, draws another few circles as his mind roils. Still, he manages a half a smile around the cigarette in his mouth. "You, uh-"

And it's when he looks up again, fully, and he sees how absolutely tired Finch looks. He doubletakes, and finally sets down the pencil - sort of, it's twittering nervously against the side of the notebook. You okay, Finch? Jesse's face draws into a bit of a furrow as he glances him over, and speaks a little hesitantly for the rest of it, "You want a beer or somethin'?"