"Hey," he repeats right back, a bit indignantly, and he almost moves to swat at that finger that Ghoul's pointing at him, giving him a bit of a warning look with a cock of his head.

So the guy does give a half a shit, 'else Jesse wouldn't be getting lectured right now. Alright. Fine. He can get that. He's been forgiven for holding a gun to someone's head before, that's okay - well, no, it's not okay, it's not okay at all - he almost fucking killed the guy and that's so many degrees of decisively not good - but it's Ghoul's prerogative what he wants to do here and Jesse will go with that.

But that doesn't mean his argument's done, and he shrugs again, a little more sharply than before. "I barely even knew the guy a couple months. One, maybe, even. Guy might'a liked me plenty but I ain't no fuckin' Killjoy." He couldn't accept that. He hadn't earned it. All he'd done was disappoint Jet in the time they'd known each other and he sure as hell wasn't continuing with a bang-up job of being an upstanding citizen.