Okay, yep, the time for drawing is over now. Jesse tosses the pencil back onto the table and watches it roll over the other edge of it as he seats the sketchbook beside him on the couch instead. Fucking shit.

He doesn't answer straightaway either, just adjusts where he's sitting and plants his feet on the edge of the coffee table to get his bearings. "How'd, uh," he starts off without looking at Finch, his hands rubbing together in a circle. "So how'd you find out?"