Jesse stops drawing immediately, hand frozen on the page for a moment. Oh. Oh, that's his question. And there's a moment where his mind clicks over everything in a panic - how much does he know, he knows about the gun already, he's gonna chew you right out - but he's already made a pretty successful career in being an idiot. It's his one saving grace sometimes, playing it stupider than he is.

So he draws another circle, and shrugs a shoulder after a beat or two. It's not like Finch wasn't going to find out. That conversation was public and all, right out in the open for him to see. "Yeah, yeah," he says, nonchalantly, like he's just now remembering that they talked. "I did. Had, uh. Had a discussion."