There's a cautious kind of expression on Jesse's face - he lets Finch push him out of the way, just kind of takes a step back after - as he turns on his heel to watch Finch enter the kitchen. He's hearing him loud and clear, and he's hearing him talk about this thing like it's a living and breathing monster, not just like something he concocted in his mind.

"I thought that was just a nightmare," he questions first, his words a little slow and deliberate. He takes a few belated steps after Finch then, arms folding tightly across his chest. "You had-!" he starts to spit out before he realizes his voice is raising, and he adjusts his volume back down to a harsh whisper, leaning a little into Finch's personal space. "You had somethin' like that bouncin' around in your brain. And you never told me."