And Jesse just- stares at him for a few long seconds, even stops breathing for a moment in absolute incredulity that the dude's reacting the way he is. Really? You're gonna have a mental breakdown on him now of all times? "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, I'm fuckin' hilarious and all, but we kinda got some real pressing issues goin' on the other side of that door here, ya know!" he grates out, leaning further onto his knees and hanging his head as he lets out a solid sigh to try to even out his breathing some.

Dreaming. So they are dreaming. But that doesn't make sense either, because who the fuck dreams together? These are Finch's dreams - like he said, he's had them before - and yet Jesse feels very absolutely fucking present in said dream, belonging in places he really oughtn't be belonging in. "I, uh, you wanna clue me into how the hell's that even possible over there, because I'm really-"

Jesse, unlike Finch, does see what's transpiring on the other side of the room, slowly turns his head and watches the smoke twist and form. His eyebrows furrow and he slowly starts to push himself up, watching carefully and, "Finch," he says at first, carefully, like he doesn't want to spook the smoke, which is fucking ridiculous, but there you have it. And then more urgently, "Jesse, what the fuck is goin' on-"