Finch actively trying to make himself look less like he's feeling like shit? Isn't the most effective of things. But Jesse's gonna hand it to him anyway, drops the look because the guy clearly doesn't wanna acknowledge it and that's good enough for him.

"Sure, right on," he shoots back instead, tossing the sketchbook and the pencil a bit unceremoniously onto the table. "I mean," and he shrugs as he gets up, "one'a the few things we actually got, huh? Might as well." Sounds like his fridge back home. Jesse pads barefoot into the kitchen, digs out a couple of beers and calls back out as he's popping the caps off, "'Sup, man?"