Saved his life. He did that, huh? It makes Jesse's smile kind of dip a little, face a bit more thoughtful than it was before. Those are big words, and it never felt as big as any of that when he was doing - it was just a thing, it was the thing to do. But maybe it should be. Bigger.

He takes a long draw from his beer as he walks around the couch.

"Maybe he oughta be steppin' up some time, huh?" he suggests, eyebrows raising. "Findin' the tigers in the woods or somethin', makin' that shit his own. He could ride 'em, like into battle. How badass would that be?"