"Well, didja notice anything?" Jesse asks, leaning over a little so he can see Finch better where he's slid down to the floor. He kicks one leg over the other and flexes his fingers antsily against the countertop. "Like, if all that shit was brewin' in his head, he'd'a been actin' weird, right? Was he? Actin' weird?"

There's something else that's bothering him about this, though, part of the equation that he's not quite sure adds up, and it makes him wave his hand in a circle, shake his head. "Hang on, hang on, and second of all, why's he goin' after me, if he is? The hell did I do?"