That works. Finch can take the reluctance to answer the question for now - as long as Pinkman knows he's here and open to listening. And Jesse thinks Pinkman does. Either way, the hand on his knee makes him smile, even if it's that same sort of tired thing he's always got, lately. Like the life's been drained out of him.

It's nice, at least, that Pinkman isn't afraid to touch him.

Jesse reaches up to run his fingers through his own hair again, with a small sniff. "M'okay. Not gonna break, you don't gotta worry about that." Not in front of you, anyway. "What were y'doing? Afore I came over here and ruined your afternoon."