Jesse scratches agitatedly at one of his eyebrows. "Why the hell're you askin' me-" What, when Finch was the one getting all this shit dredged up? No, they've done that dance already, and it just ends up with everybody getting pissed off. "It's just-"

He sighs, and holds up a hand like he might say something else, but he's got enough abandoned sentences already, and he doesn't know how to tell Finch that he cares about him without sounding like an absolute queer, so he just plants a hand on Finch's knee instead. "Whatever, man," he finally says, and glances back at him right suit. "Anytime."