It's lucky that Jesse's too preoccupied to catch it. But he'd hate it that Finch was holding shit back from him. Fucking hypocrite, he'd call him.

But the question has him stalling; he lets out a long puff of breath and his fingers tap busily at his legs - that's before it just turns into straight up drumming, his palms patting haphazardly as he thinks. "I'm-" And he rolls his head away for a moment, looks at the wall to his right as his hands finally still. "Look, I ain't- killin' nobody anymore, alright?"