It's never anybody's fault but his own, obviously.
The thing is, Finch doesn't know. He has no idea what would've changed things, and he falls quiet, shaking his head. Maybe Jones did. Maybe Jones is actually here - or maybe it's something else, but Jesse just - is tired. He knows he's not going to get to sleep for the next forever. This is going to suck, and he slides down the counter to the floor, cradling the bottle, staring at the wall.
"Earlier, afore I went to bed," Jesse says, taking another drink. "I dunno what's happening. I don't want people in my head, I don't want people seeing that shit."
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The thing is, Finch doesn't know. He has no idea what would've changed things, and he falls quiet, shaking his head. Maybe Jones did. Maybe Jones is actually here - or maybe it's something else, but Jesse just - is tired. He knows he's not going to get to sleep for the next forever. This is going to suck, and he slides down the counter to the floor, cradling the bottle, staring at the wall.
"Earlier, afore I went to bed," Jesse says, taking another drink. "I dunno what's happening. I don't want people in my head, I don't want people seeing that shit."