The mention of Ghoul gets a newly awakened twinge of anger out of Jesse again, and he subconsciously brushes his fingers against his throat, the purpled bruises that still stand out against the white of his skin. But he's not here to talk about Ghoul, he's here to talk about dreams - and, now, apparently, Galen.

Though it's funny, how enough people can fault Finch here and it never seems to be their own faults. He's not sure how he feels about that.

"So," Jesse starts to say, holds out a hand in question and doesn't say anything else for a few long seconds, his fingers just wave as he tries to drum up the right thing to say. "So, it's that bad, why the hell would he be doin' it again?" A beat. "Unless he can't help it, like this- the-the dog thing, Jones, it bit him again?" He re-folds his arms and looks over at Finch, brows wrinkled. "When's the last time you talked t'him?"