Pinkman flops down next to him and Jesse flinches, entirely involuntarily - his nerves are stretched like taffy about to break today, and he'd apologize for it, but he doesn't want to call any more attention to it than necessary. Poor Pinkman has enough on his mind - enough to handle, and has seen enough from Jesse. He doesn't need more.

The question, though.

"... Try not t'drown," Jesse answers truthfully, resting his head back against the couch. Just like before. It's becoming a trend. "What're you gonna do?"