That's a look he's gotten a lot the past day and a half, and he sighs, rubbing at his face. He has to look like shit, which he hates. Here, let him try a smile, instead. It's weary and careful, but he tries his best. Don't act fragile, and people won't treat you that way. Right? Right.

"Yeah. Yeah, could use one," Jesse says, pulling his arms out from around his stomach to settle more naturally. Don't hunch, don't be weak. It's one of those days where the voice in his head sounds stern and angry, sounds like childhood, and he's irritated by it.